Coolin' With Da Homies lyrics

[Intro]

I'm coolin' with da homies

I'm coolin' with da homies

[Verse]

Volcanoes on my chest, just like I'm Kim West

I don't need silicone to show rappers I'm the best

I keep my chains low, they droppin' to the floor

They're really, really, really low, they're droppin' to the floor, uh

I don't need gin and juice, I got a caffe latte

Glaciers meltin' all around, but they ain't gonna drown me

I'll get some frostbite, but won't let it crank my style

I got these fresh beats, everybody tryna copy

And they say that I talk too fast

I don't really talk too fast

I don't think I talk too fast

I don't think I talk too, talk too, talk too fast

Everybody blowin' up my phone

Everybody wants this cash

Everybody's soundin' like bla-bla-bla-bla...

[Chorus]

I told mama, "Mother I ain't gonna come home"

I'm coolin' with da homies

I told my pop, "Better mow the lawn on his own"

I'm coolin' with da homies

We roll up, we gettin' turned

We go gangster style on everyone

I told mama, "Mother I ain't gonna come home"

I'm coolin' with da homies

[Outro]

C-C-C-Coolin' with da homies

I'm c-c-c, I'm coolin' with da homies

I'm c-c-c, I'm coolin' with da homies, I'm

So tell my mama, I'm coolin' with da homies, uhh

• Artist:Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga (OST)