Chiefrockajay - Cool Afternoon Lyrics

Hey, I just
I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out a little bit you know
You know I haven't even talked to you in about like you know
Six months or nothin' you know, but
As I roll down the street in my new two door
I'm looking to explore find a plug and get score
With my honey dip trippin' in my ear about paper
Baby I got cash you can't have mine till later
Baby I been taking shots every single night yeah
Baby I been all alone every single night yeah
All I want to do is make a whole lotta cash and
Vacate to Bahamas or Jamaica with my mans
You ain't talk shit with me no more
You ain't with the gang, I ain't see you no more
Every single time I walk the streets I'm alone
All I got with me is a chrome to the dome
To my bat boy yeah
To my block boy yeah
To the bay boy yeah
To the lock boy yeah
To the vato yeah
To the cholo yeah
To the chola yeah
To the rollas yeah
All I gotta talk about is how much cash we done bringing in
We Death Row in 2019 hanging in yeah
With the heaters in yeah
With the beaters in yeah
All on top they sin yeah
All up in they Benz yeah
Now who the f*ck is you?
I see you alone, but you ain't talking to nobody
Yeah as the time has pass and can see you got tasks so when I duck out at last yeah
We don't give a f*ck yeah
Ride around the block yeah
With heaters in the trunk
With the skaters and the punks yeah
We don't give a f*ck yeah just put it on my dime yeah
Just pass it to my slime yeah
Cappin' for me lie yeah
44. in the Rolls yeah
Top down in my robes yeah
She ain't like me for my goals
But I don't like my goals yeah
I been peeping game
I keep myself some notes I wrote them down
I passed out once in class and teacher told me
Boy stop being a clown
Now I move the pack and I run up with the stack yeah
Make a little dollar change every single day in fact
I ain't had a day just once this year
That I didn't make at least one dollars that's clear yeah
And the ice I wet it up
Right up on my chest yeah
Katrina on my wrist yeah
What you know about this bitch