Coolin With My Shooters lyrics

[Hook]

I'm coolin' with my shooters, we wildin', we young and ruthless

I'm from out west where we gang bang (gang bang)

We from the slums so we slang caine (slang cocaine)

The police can't stop us, let a fuck nigga try and rob us

And he gon' lose his life damn right, he gon' end up in a mid- life crisis

I'm ridin' with this fully loaded choppa, it's a homicide i'm finna fuck a opp up,

He an informant get his whole hood locked up

Red tape getcha neighborhood blocked up

I'm coolin' with my shooters, we wildin', we young and ruthless

I'm from out west where we gang bang (gang bang)

We from the slums so we slang caine (slang cocaine)

[Verse 1]

High speed on the police in a lamborghini,

Watch me get Houdini like they never seen me

I got bitches sayin they love me and they never seen me,

I rock my ice in public freezin' i think i'm anemic

I hit you with this chopper i leave you paraplegic, i never fear,

Eye-ball the work, fuck a scale

I fuck her from the back, pull on her pony-tail, you'd think

I'm santa claus the way my name ringing bells

Gold shower on a hoe like i'm R. Kell, i get it straight off the boat i'm the cartel

Bring the money to the door it's a drug deal, i can't get no sleep

I'm up geekin off this X-pill

You don't wanna find out how that tec feel, i told her suck my dick

I wanna see how her neck feel

I've been chasin money all day i can't stand still,

I run them bands up i'm something like a treadmill

[Hook]

I'm coolin' with my shooters, we wildin', we young and ruthless

I'm from out west where we gang bang (gang bang)

We from the slums so we slang caine (slang cocaine)

The police can't stop us, let a fuck nigga try and rob us

And he gon' lose his life damn right, he gon' end up in a mid- life crisis

I'm ridin' with this fully loaded choppa, it's a homicide i'm finna fuck a opp up,

He an informant get his whole hood locked up

Red tape getcha neighborhood blocked up

I'm coolin' with my shooters, we wildin', we young and ruthless

I'm from out west where we gang bang (gang bang)

We from the slums so we slang caine (slang cocaine)

[Verse 2]

Put this sword through yo face like i'm kill bill, i'm a hot nigga i ain't got no chill

Young street nigga give a fuck about a deal,

This nigga say he want a feature that's a quarter mill

Free my niggas out that cell hope they get that appeal,

Switchin' lanes in a rari i almost broke the wheel

I'm always yelling boochie gang on my adlibs, i hit the club

I make it rain like a fire drill

Red beam on your nose call ya Rudolph, before you step

Inside my office take ya shoes off

Trappin on them corners i was tryna get them clothes off,

I just want some top ain't no need to take yo clothes off

And since i'm getting money now i buy all the stores out

It's out west 290 you want smoke you get blowed down

When i get that work then i'm floodin the whole town,

To kill one to shoot if he miss i'm a rebound

[Hook]

I'm coolin' with my shooters, we wildin', we young and ruthless

I'm from out west where we gang bang (gang bang)

We from the slums so we slang caine (slang cocaine)

The police can't stop us, let a fuck nigga try and rob us

And he gon' lose his life damn right, he gon' end up in a mid- life crisis

I'm ridin' with this fully loaded choppa, it's a homicide i'm finna fuck a opp up,

He an informant get his whole hood locked up

Red tape getcha neighborhood blocked up

I'm coolin' with my shooters, we wildin', we young and ruthless

I'm from out west where we gang bang (gang bang)

We from the slums so we slang caine (slang cocaine)

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Single (2016)