The Bool

[Intro]
Hmm, rest in peace Block, free Sunny
Rest in peace Whites
Mhm, what's up boy-boy?
Huh, if I crash the foreign off the— (Ayy, JB, why they mad?)
Huh, what's up, Nuk? Draky beams
Skub
What's up, Smokey the Boss?
Welcome home, Smy-dy
It's the Eastside, ain't it?

[Chorus]
Huh, if I crash the foreign off the drank, I'ma blame it on mud
Ho feelin' euphoric 'round gang, she blamed it on drugs
Huh, I'm important and famous, I don't give out hugs (Nah)
Bitch can't get no makeup on my Bape tee, I'm too bool for that (What else?)
Tell that ho fuck one of my niggas, but this ain't Baby Money (Nah)
I won't get her body done for shit 'cause I don't pay for pussy
Long live Grams, Lil Tay B, know I go brazy for 'em, huh
Skuba Steve off in that water, had the Navy worried (Hold up)

[Verse]
Huh, niggas tryna ride my wave
It's a green light for them Cuban links, Wop gon' do a stain
I know niggas want a truce with me 'cause I'ma smoke they favorites
Anytime I catch them niggas outside actin' like they dangerous
Now listen (What time it is?)
(Who I'm is? Binko)
Let me holler at dog
I only got love for the niggas with me (Okay)
I know that they'll up they guns on them niggas, we (Okay)
Huh, bitch, we go home the way we came, you see the bigger picture
Huh, we got shit to live for, huh, leave your top open like a fifth of liquor (Damn)
Hmm, this shit settle like Henny
Fuck the way we wanted to be, we ain't the set-up types, huh (Mmm-mmm)
Looked a nigga in his eye, tell him he gon' die tonight
I'll pull up all red with his bitch like I'm a fire hydrant
And the smoke like firefighters
Bitch, I think I'm David Ruffin with a Draco (I mean it)
Bitch, I'll sing to your bitch and shoot your face up (I will)
Bitch, Baby Man with me, where your sister at? (Huh)
Bitch, Bean Bean with me, where your mama 'nem?
Bitch, Ham want some pussy, where your grandma 'nem?
Bitch, Mark want some pussy, but don't tell his baby mama, she might do somethin' to him
Then I'ma have to kill her and go raise my nigga children
Moral of the story, I'm with murderers and niggas who be freakin' all the hoochies
Smashin' shit before I was rich, it ain't even 'bout the Gucci (Nah)
In them Timberlands, I go Missy Eliot on that coochie (Beep, beep)
Who got the keys to my ride? I ain't drive shit
2K for this Wockhardt with a live bitch
Free Rick, free my baby Jig, what's up Five-Six?
One of my gang members liable to pull up with five sticks
I've been the truth before Paul Pierce and I ain't lied since
I'm an ape, not no goldfish, that's why we ride tints
Get a bitch named Angel on demon time, showed her nine tricks (What else?)
Huh, do some special shit for me 'cause I ain't normal
I clutch the blick when niggas steppin' close to me 'cause I ain't cordial (What else?)
Get to drippin' from my head to toes and feet, record the board
Huh, we might drop them niggas 'cross the street, blame it on boredom
She had her tongue out soon as she turned twenty-three, blame it on Jordan (Damn)
That nigga died durin' combat, tried to tell him he was mortal
Huh, told him he can't come back, this real life, ain't no portals (Damn)
No, this not Rick and Morty, throw bullets like Blake Bortles (Hmm)
Huh, you be fakin' 'bout your game like Blake Griffin
Around us, you a lame, but turn up 'round them niggas
Hmm, weird, huh, thought he was an introvert
Really we just had that nigga shook 'cause we put in work (What else?)
Huh, got a forty-inch vert on that bop stick, yeah
That bitch'll go up top so it can drop shit
Hmm, who I'm is? (Binko), Binko (Yeah), hold up
I ain't got no friends with me (Nah)
I relate to every last one of my mans with me (On 5 'nem)
Huh, this the family
Damn right, huh, Booty Boom and Bandman my scammer (What else?)
Damn right, huh, Chapo and 31'll put them bands up
Huh, damn right, huh, Lee, Lil' Jay, and Los gon' put they hands up (What else?)
Vic Damone, got free smoke for any nigga that ain't never had none' (Uh)
Huh, couple loose racks in twenties, rubber band it up (Rubber band it up)
Huh, geeked as fuck, mobbin' in my bity, bitch, this our shit (Nigga)
(Run this bitch, nigga B-troit, nigga, nigga, this ours, nigga)
Big Squad, hmm (Talk)
Huh, been ready to rock out, nigga, huh
I know Petty and them gon' pop out, nigga, huh
We be on that shit they not 'bout, huh, nigga
We set a screen, it's a knockdown, huh, nigga
Huh, that FN'll make him eurostep (Nigga)
Huh, but I got Steez and B-Rich sittin' in the paint, what he gon' do with that? Huh (Nigga)
It go KD, it go Big Wayne, it go Day-Bo (Nigga)
On some shit that have a nigga dancin' stupid, look like Faybo (Nigga)
Huh, we shoot wherever we at, the AR GoPro (Nigga)
Got tied of scorin' thirty in the hood, I had to go pro (Nigga)
Huh, all the old women love me 'cause I'm him, not them
Matter fact, all the women love me 'cause I give 'em that there
Huh, boomin' at the spot with the cameras on in a random pair of room (Shh)
Her nigga tryna slide down our block, he gon' lose a random pair of limbs (What else?)
Huh, we be too illegal for a boat ride (Hmm)
Act like the coastguard was watchin' us the whole time (No kizzy)
'Member with some Wockhardt, two 'bows, 'bout four 9s
Huh, ready for the trap or a gun fight 'cause it could go down
No motherfucker matter to where you at
Huh, me gorilla, I ain't never been no scary cat (Nah)
When we leave the scene, it's routine, here come the paramedics
Huh, if I was seen with your Billie Jean, bet she was bare-naked

[Chorus]
Huh, if I crash the foreign off the drank, I'ma blame it on mud
Ho feelin' euphoric 'round gang, she blamed it on drugs
Huh, I'm important and famous, I don't give out hugs
Bitch can't get no makeup on my Bape tee, I'm too bool for that
Tell that ho fuck one of my niggas, but this ain't Baby Money
I won't get her body done for shit 'cause I don't pay for pussy
Long live Grams, Lil Tay B, know I go brazy for 'em, huh (Nah)
Skuba Steve off in that water, had the Navy worried (What else?)