CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Cool With Me
Trust
FaNaTiX
Velli, wow
Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them (Burn it)
My bruddas like "Dutch, man, 'llow that
We can wipe it off, get some detergent"
Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm or no attempted murders (Facts)
Love God, he made me this person (Facts)
Get caught on a glide, it's curtains (Facts)
Get caught on a glide, it's peak (Yeah)
I was S-Row boppin' on opp block
Find me an opp, play hide and seek (Where they at?)
Out here, man, it's finders keepers
Run up on the plug, what I find, I keep (Ah-ah)
In guns and money, we trust
When shh gets dropped, my mind's at ease (I'm free)
Came up this side and chose that side
My n***a, that's fine by me
My n***a, that's cool with me (Ah)
But you ain't moved Mum out the hood, that's stupid, so let me act stupidly, trust (Trust)
You're lucky that your brother went school with me (Ah-ah)
If I knock that door and slap this four, you'll be singing like Junior Reid
Trust, you'll be singing like Jodeci
Black suits, and black coupes
f**k boy had a past to preach (f**k boy had a past to preach)
Somebody lookin' over me (Over me)
Gotta look over my shoulder, heard the revolver squeeze (Baow)
FaNaTiX
Velli, wow
Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them (Burn it)
My bruddas like "Dutch, man, 'llow that
We can wipe it off, get some detergent"
Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm or no attempted murders (Facts)
Love God, he made me this person (Facts)
Get caught on a glide, it's curtains (Facts)
Get caught on a glide, it's peak (Yeah)
I was S-Row boppin' on opp block
Find me an opp, play hide and seek (Where they at?)
Out here, man, it's finders keepers
Run up on the plug, what I find, I keep (Ah-ah)
In guns and money, we trust
When shh gets dropped, my mind's at ease (I'm free)
Came up this side and chose that side
My n***a, that's fine by me
My n***a, that's cool with me (Ah)
But you ain't moved Mum out the hood, that's stupid, so let me act stupidly, trust (Trust)
You're lucky that your brother went school with me (Ah-ah)
If I knock that door and slap this four, you'll be singing like Junior Reid
Trust, you'll be singing like Jodeci
Black suits, and black coupes
f**k boy had a past to preach (f**k boy had a past to preach)
Somebody lookin' over me (Over me)
Gotta look over my shoulder, heard the revolver squeeze (Baow)
