"Is You Cool" lyrics
Starlito & Bandplay Lyrics
(feat. Young Buck)
Man, this damn airport traffic
Bruh, where you at?
Posted in my section
Just gripping on my protection
Counting my blessings
Left court on community correction
Still ain't learned my lesson
Right now I got a confession
While y'all thought I was stressin'
Trafficking in a different direction
Let me see who this textin'
Lito, just landed, I'm guessin'
I know bro been all over the country
Gettin' money, collectin'
I just bumped into some bad bitches
Can't deal with rejection
I told her, "Baby, I'm ballin', can't be a part of your collection"
Mailed the bag from the Bay
Caught the bomb like Odell Beckham
Came up Clarksville Highway in a Rolls-Royce Spectre
10K on a parlay, if I hit, they gon' respect him
Pull up on little shorty
On a Harley
Just flexin'
Yeah, man, Buck Marley
Bad mon in your presence
I took Playboy's Cartier
Shouldn't have been in my residence
A lot of bodies, I been numb ever since
I seen Dolph and ... went through that shit in Memphis
Cashville
You wasn't outside, you just witnessed it from your laptop
Grinded up on two and a quarter, thought he hit the jackpot
I watched 'em catch all sixty-three sales, he was selling crack rock
Post-traumatic stress from the projects. It'll make you flash out
All them youngins grabbing Glocks
With the little black box
Nah, it ain't a game
It's a shame
All they got is black opps
Math, science, social studies, learned that in a trap spot
Set up shop, move out, and then double back and run it back hot
Tore up the house, paraphernalia and residue, all the task got
Going all out, I'll never take nothin' for granted, might be my last shot
Without a doubt, my nigga, fuck is you sayin'? I'm tryna cash out
I'm the owner, player, coach, general manager and the mascot
Ho, is you cool?
Ho, is you cool?
Where I'm from, it's only one rule
Go with your move
I was taught don't play with your food or play the fool
Let 'em talk, man
They just gon' do what them haters do
Fuck 'em
Iight, nigga, bet, bet, drop, bet it pick up all this money when I buck this four
Not the country, you know
Put that bitch on there
Put that bitch on there
Get her to do it
Man, stop
That dick eating ass ho
She probably would love to be on your album
Yeah, sure, I'll be on there
Bruh, where you at?
Posted in my section
Just gripping on my protection
Counting my blessings
Left court on community correction
Still ain't learned my lesson
Right now I got a confession
While y'all thought I was stressin'
Trafficking in a different direction
Let me see who this textin'
Lito, just landed, I'm guessin'
I know bro been all over the country
Gettin' money, collectin'
I just bumped into some bad bitches
Can't deal with rejection
I told her, "Baby, I'm ballin', can't be a part of your collection"
Mailed the bag from the Bay
Caught the bomb like Odell Beckham
Came up Clarksville Highway in a Rolls-Royce Spectre
10K on a parlay, if I hit, they gon' respect him
Pull up on little shorty
On a Harley
Just flexin'
Yeah, man, Buck Marley
Bad mon in your presence
I took Playboy's Cartier
Shouldn't have been in my residence
A lot of bodies, I been numb ever since
I seen Dolph and ... went through that shit in Memphis
Cashville
You wasn't outside, you just witnessed it from your laptop
Grinded up on two and a quarter, thought he hit the jackpot
I watched 'em catch all sixty-three sales, he was selling crack rock
Post-traumatic stress from the projects. It'll make you flash out
All them youngins grabbing Glocks
With the little black box
Nah, it ain't a game
It's a shame
All they got is black opps
Math, science, social studies, learned that in a trap spot
Set up shop, move out, and then double back and run it back hot
Tore up the house, paraphernalia and residue, all the task got
Going all out, I'll never take nothin' for granted, might be my last shot
Without a doubt, my nigga, fuck is you sayin'? I'm tryna cash out
I'm the owner, player, coach, general manager and the mascot
Ho, is you cool?
Ho, is you cool?
Where I'm from, it's only one rule
Go with your move
I was taught don't play with your food or play the fool
Let 'em talk, man
They just gon' do what them haters do
Fuck 'em
Iight, nigga, bet, bet, drop, bet it pick up all this money when I buck this four
Not the country, you know
Put that bitch on there
Put that bitch on there
Get her to do it
Man, stop
That dick eating ass ho
She probably would love to be on your album
Yeah, sure, I'll be on there
