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whyg - coolin lyrics

[intro]
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
lah x6
bfr
or be from far (w-ss gang)
ay, ay

[hook]x2
coolin’ in the trap called
hundos
i turn one into two thats a
loud bowl
feds watchin’ in your spot don’t
fumble
you better make it to the toilet
flush itunto
fiends in the tote made em
mumble
i sell hot afaswa say
no
finesse his -ss, give him hot now it’s
crumble (finesse)
whyg teach a nigga’ how to hustle (bah)

[verse 1]
these niggas ain’t makin’ no bands
these niggas don’t even know how to
hustle
number 35, so you know i keep them shooters all around me
you can call em russle
and even into that tussle
cause all they know inner muscle
put em in a body bag thats a duffle
4-0 make em fly like dumbo
i told her i wash her bubble
whatever i drop i make it double
i push weight
no muscles
i nut, i cut, don’t cuddle
cause’ all i know is stacks
like bundles
my kicks they crocodile
my money long, couple miles
shooters at my crib heard you was on the tiles (on the floor)
she want in on my child (kids)
imma shoot on that dot like i’m kyle
headshot we don’t want him to die slow
talup same height as a dinosaur (lah)
i’ve gotten so much borders that i got bored
4 niggas 4’d up in a 4 door(lah)
hit the brakes on your block jump out and score (skrr)
whatever your life is worth, our pockets worth more
now he in the dirt like a earthworm
thunder plus 380 watch it thunderstorm
if i’m getting knocked remember shit like jason bourne
cause babadoo be bop thats the day i bored
can’t believe i won’t see my bro anymore
life’s really hard without number 4
can’t believe i won’t see my bro anymore
life’s really hard without number 4

[hook]x2
coolin’ in the trap called
hundos
i turn one into two thats a
loud bowl
feds watchin’ in your spot don’t
fumble
you better make it to the toilet
flush it unto
fiends in the tote made em
mumble
i sell hot afaswa say
no
finesse his -ss, give him hot now it’s
crumble (finesse)
whyg teach a nigga’ how to hustle (bah)

[verse 2]
i could take a fiend, with a sample
iced up on the bricks call her trampo
these shots burn your skin like a candle
couldn’t play ball i ain’t had no handles
so i had to kick up in a bando
i pull triggers like strings like a banjo
big reggie in my hand like django
i got a trap queen
why you got a trap hoe?
my glizzy so pretty it could be a model
i’d nut in her mouth watch her
gargle
late night creep like a
gargoyle
now you live under the
soil
i turn that soap, onto boil
then i cook that c-ke, into oil
when i whip it up
dry it on the foil
when i whip it up
dry it on the foil

[hook]x2
coolin’ in the trap called
hundos
i turn one into two thats a
loud bowl
feds watchin’ in your spot don’t
fumble
you better make it to the toilet
flush it unto
fiends in the tote made em
mumble
i sell hot afaswa say
no
finesse his -ss, give him hot now it’s
crumble
whyg teach a nigga’ how to hustle

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