"I'll Be Cool" lyrics
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
Hopped from Paris city
Drink water trap stay full of cheese 'til the mouse get it
Where them pistols be jackin' people they don't know who did it
You can blame my mammy, my pappy, they put me in it
Kidnappin' youth that can speak, well, 'cause they all with it
Top five, that yellow tippy, run my project buildin's
Four fives, and they got street sweepers, head of business
No lie, that does it ease, at your best, rippin'
On a mission, I gotta eat like body off in prison
Count my money, the hundred G's, turn to seven digits
You ain't gotta be scared of me to get your head missin'
Pussy hangin' my pedigree, look at it, who you kiddin'?
APTs, that's what I'm needin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
We call them one time, the po-po's nine
And the whole break time, put the white hope down
Until it's not my cake dime, ain't no problem
'Cause the bottom like a baseline, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boomin' in my A-grind
Boom, boom, boom, boomin', slingin' the weight fine
Boom, boom, boom, boomin' off the brake line
It's a bird, it's a plane, there my keys to success
Flyin' this super cane, now I'm ready for the game
Bought a Chevy, let it swing, the Pirellis wood frame
That heavy from the chain, y'all bet it can't complain
Throw heavy at it, can't say pity like you mean
Well, get me everything
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
Boy thuggin' do the math
187th Street and 37th Ave
187th Street and 37th Ave
Time a hundred blood baths
Hidin' suit, I got dumped, found, slumped in the canal
Oh, you better know it's straight gut about eyes
Coca-Cola, but I haven't seen it take lives
Married to the ghetto boy, the hood and my wife
Fuck off the pedal, comin' through at night
J.J.K., that's the color of that day
Yo, Groot sucks, curl like sour cream on a bagel
Rob me, man, I already see a halo
D. Cali open up a can like Play-Dough
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
Hopped from Paris city
Drink water trap stay full of cheese 'til the mouse get it
Where them pistols be jackin' people they don't know who did it
You can blame my mammy, my pappy, they put me in it
Kidnappin' youth that can speak, well, 'cause they all with it
Top five, that yellow tippy, run my project buildin's
Four fives, and they got street sweepers, head of business
No lie, that does it ease, at your best, rippin'
On a mission, I gotta eat like body off in prison
Count my money, the hundred G's, turn to seven digits
You ain't gotta be scared of me to get your head missin'
Pussy hangin' my pedigree, look at it, who you kiddin'?
APTs, that's what I'm needin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
We call them one time, the po-po's nine
And the whole break time, put the white hope down
Until it's not my cake dime, ain't no problem
'Cause the bottom like a baseline, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boomin' in my A-grind
Boom, boom, boom, boomin', slingin' the weight fine
Boom, boom, boom, boomin' off the brake line
It's a bird, it's a plane, there my keys to success
Flyin' this super cane, now I'm ready for the game
Bought a Chevy, let it swing, the Pirellis wood frame
That heavy from the chain, y'all bet it can't complain
Throw heavy at it, can't say pity like you mean
Well, get me everything
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
Boy thuggin' do the math
187th Street and 37th Ave
187th Street and 37th Ave
Time a hundred blood baths
Hidin' suit, I got dumped, found, slumped in the canal
Oh, you better know it's straight gut about eyes
Coca-Cola, but I haven't seen it take lives
Married to the ghetto boy, the hood and my wife
Fuck off the pedal, comin' through at night
J.J.K., that's the color of that day
Yo, Groot sucks, curl like sour cream on a bagel
Rob me, man, I already see a halo
D. Cali open up a can like Play-Dough
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be cool 'til the fan don't whirl
Shit hit the fan and I gotta put in work
You ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't sayin' nothin'
