I'm coolin' with da homies
I'm coolin' with da homies

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

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

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