The Bool

(album: The Lost Tapes - 2021)

Hmm, rest in peace Buck, free Sunny
Rest in peace Whites
Mm-hm, what's up boy-boy?
Huh, if I crash the foreign, ok (Jb, why they mad?)
Huh, something new, Drakie beams
Scope, huh
Hmm, what's up Smokey The Boss
It's that eastside, ain't it

Huh, if I crash the foreign off the drank I'ma blame it on mud
Hoe feeling euphoric 'round gang, she blamed it on drugs
Huh, I'm important and famous, I don't give out hugs (Nah)
Her bitch can't no makeup on my Bape tee, I'm too bool for that (What else?)
Yeah, tell that hoe, "Fuck one of my niggas." But this ain't baby money (Nah)
Huh, I won't give everybody down for shit 'cause I don't pay for pussy
Long live Grills, Lil Tay-B, know I go brazy for 'em (Hmm)
Huh, Scuba Steve off in that water, out in Navy world (Hol' up!)

Huh, niggas tryna ride my wave
It's a green life, and them Cubin links who walk onto a stain (Ha)
I know niggas wanna chill with me 'cause I'm gon' smoke they favorites
Anytime I catch them niggas outside acting like they dangerous
Now listen (What time it is?)
[?] (Who I'm is?)
Lemme hollow that door!
I only got love for the niggas with me (Ok)
I know that they up they guns on them niggas we (Ok)
Huh, bitch we go home the way we came, you see the bigger picture
Huh, we got shit to live for, huh, leave your tap open, like a fifth of liquor (Damn)
Hmm, this shit settle like Henny
Fucking like we wanted the baby
We had to set up types, uh (Mm-hm)
Looked a nigga in his eyes, tell him he gon' die tonight
I pull up all red with this bitch like I'm a fire hydrant
I have the smoke like them firefighters (Mm)
Bitch, I think I'm David Ruffin with a Draco (I mean)
Bitch, I'll sing to your bitch and shoot your face up (I will!)
Bitch, baby-man with me, where your sister at? (Haha)
Bitch, beam-beam with me, where your mama nap? (Mama, huh, huh)
Bitch, ham on some pussy, where your grandma Yam? (Huh)
Bitch, Mark want some pussy but don't tell his baby mama, she might do some' to him (Huh, huh)
Then I'm gon' have to kill her and go raise my nigga children
Moral of the story, I'm with murderers and niggas who be freaking all the hoochies
Smashing shit before I was reaching it, I ain't even 'bout the Gucci (Uh)
I'ma tell my ass I go Missy Eliot on that coochie
Uh, who got the keys to my ride? (Beep-beep, who got the keys?) I ain't drive shit
2K, but this Wockhardt, with a live bitch
Huh, free Rick, free my baby G [?] (Hm)
Huh, one of my gang members loud, 'bout to pull up with fast sticks
Huh, I've been a trooper 'fore Park Pearson, I ain't laugh since
Huh, I'm at A, not no go fish, that's why we ride tents
Get a bitch married, angel on demon time, showed her nine tricks (What else?)
Huh, do some special shit for me 'cause I ain't normal
I clutched the blick when niggas stepping close to be 'cause I ain't cordial (What else?)
Get the drip, and from my head to toes on fleek and [?]
Huh, we might drop them niggas 'cross the street, blame it on bordom
She had her tongue out soon as she turned twenty-three, blame it on Jordan (Damn!)
That nigga died during combat, tried to tell him he was immortal
Huh, told him he can't come back, this real life, ain't no portals (Damn!)
Huh, this not Rick and Morty, throw bullets like Blake Bortles (Hmm)
Huh, you be faking 'bout your game like Blake Griffin
Around us you aligned but turned up 'round new niggas
Hmm, weird, huh, thought he was a introvert
Huh, really we just had that nigga shook 'cause we put in work (Hmm, what else?)
Huh, got a forty inch vert on that bop stick (Hmm)
Yeah, had that bitch to go uptown so we can drop shit
Hmm, who I'm is? (Bingo) Bingo, hol' up! Huh
I ain't got no friends with me (Nah)
I relate to every last one of my mans with me (My family)
Hmm, this the family
Huh, damn right, her booty boom in bed, man, my [?] (What else?)
Huh, damn right, that choppa put went thirty-one and put them bands right (Huh)
Huh, damn right, her lil' Jay and Los' gon' put they hands on me (What else?)
[?] got free smoke for any nigga that ain't never had none' (Uh)
Huh, couple loose racks and 20's, rubberband it up (Rubberband it up)
Huh, deep as fuck, nah, that ain't my biddy, bitch, this our shit (Nigga)
Hmm
Gonna run this bitch into Detroit nigga, this ours, nigga
Big squad, hmm
Huh, been ready to rock out, nigga
Huh, I know Petty and them gon' pop out, nigga
Huh, we be on the shit they not 'bout, huh, nigga
Huh, we set the screen, this a knockdown, hmm, nigga
Huh, that FN make 'em [?] stick (Nigga)
Huh, but I got Steves and B-Reefs sitting in the paint, what he gon' do with them? (Run)
Huh, it go Kay-D, it go B-Wayne, it go Day Bo (Nigga)
On some shit that have a nigga dancing stupid, look like Faybo (Nigga)
Huh, we shoot wherever we at, the AR GoPro (Nigga)
Got tied and scored thirty in the hood, I had to go pro (Nigga)
Huh, all the old women love me 'cause I'm him, not them (Mm-Hm)
Matter fact all the women love me 'cause I'm him, not them (Ahh)
I'm at the spot with the cameras on in the random bedrooms (Shhh)
Her nigga try to slide down our block he gon' lose a random pair of limbs (What else?)
Huh, we be too illegal for a boat ride (Hmm)
Feel like the coastguard was watching us the whole time (No kizzy)
We living with some Wockhardt, two bowls, 'bout four .9's
Huh, ready for the trap war or a gun fight 'cause it could go down (Uhhh)
Huh, I'm that motherfucker matter the where you at
Huh, me gorilla, I ain't never been no scary cat (Nah)
Huh, when we leave the scene, it's routine, here come the paramedics
Huh, if I was seen, Joe Billy Jean, bet she was buried next

Huh, if I crash the foreign off the drank I'ma blame it on mud
Hoe feeling euphoric 'round gang, she blamed it on drugs
Huh, I'm important and famous, I don't give out hugs
Her bitch can't no makeup on my Bape tee, I'm too bool for that
Yeah, tell that hoe, "Fuck one of my niggas." But this ain't baby money (Hmm)
Huh, I won't give everybody down for shit 'cause I don't pay for pussy (Hmm)
Long live Grills, Lil Tay-B, know I go brazy for 'em (Nah)
Huh, Scuba Steve off in that water, out in Navy world (What else?)