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Kay Zilla - Coolin' Lyrics



Kay Zilla - Coolin' Lyrics




I be coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
Yeah
Gang
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'with the squad
Gang shit no lame shit man
Squad
Coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
Guap squad get Guap till your heart stop
Squad

I'm cooling
I be cooling
I got dope all in my swish
Give dem niggaz a reason to hate
They won't smoke nun of my shit
F*ck on your bitch & take a pic
While she choke all on my dick
And she posed all in them pics
Strike a pose
Son of a bitch

I be hitting these licks like
Run that shit like a running back
Wish a nigga would like a lumberjack
I'm off the shit
Took a trip but I'm coming back so the bullshit I ain't for nun of that
Hold up wait
Why the f*ck you in my face
If you ain't trynna catch this fade
Oh u trynna shoot guns
I just wanna get the money like 100s 50s even ones

I'm a bad son of a gun
I just wanna have fun
Ain't y'all tired of totting these gun
I'm off the shits u got the runs
F*ck a bitch I want the funds
Who is this
Kay Zilla coming through
Shooting shit
Shooting clips till it's empty
Only if you tempt me
Always chilling in the cut
Chilling like a villan
I don't give a f*ck who is in the building
Motherf*ck your feelings
I'm stacking money to the ceiling
If you ain't first you last
I'm always down to get some cash
You do the math
I got the tool on the dash
I got my foot on the gas
Pedal to the medal
To the next level
F*ck up some shit then I skrr on the gas
Put on the mask
Blue lights on your ass
Look nice for the flash
Been up no sleep
Two nights getting cash
You shoot nice then it's splash
F*ck on your bitch then I pass
Light up the splif then I pass
Check on my stash
I got some checks to cash
Zilla is next on your ass
Don't sleep on me homie
Riding the street by my lonely
But best believe I keep it on me
Got bitches on bitches
F*ck on your bitch & kick her out the door cuz I'm stacking my riches
Snitches get stitches
Counting my figures over here
You over there patching your stitches
My flow is so vicious
I just killed a whole beat without even taking it serious
I got these f*ck niggas mad
All I do is get the bag

I'm cooling
I be cooling
I got dope all in my swish
Give dem niggaz a reason to hate
They won't smoke nun of my shit
F*ck on your bitch & take a pic
While she choke all on my dick
And she posed all in them pics
Strike a pose
Son of a bitch

I'm cooling
I be cooling
I got dope all in my swish
Give dem niggaz a reason to hate
They won't smoke nun of my shit
F*ck on your bitch & take a pic
While she choke all on my dick
And she posed all in them pics
Strike a pose
Son of a bitch
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I be coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
Yeah
Gang
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'with the squad
Gang shit no lame shit man
Squad
Coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
I be coolin'
Guap squad get Guap till your heart stop
Squad

I'm cooling
I be cooling
I got dope all in my swish
Give dem niggaz a reason to hate
They won't smoke nun of my shit
F*ck on your bitch & take a pic
While she choke all on my dick
And she posed all in them pics
Strike a pose
Son of a bitch

I be hitting these licks like
Run that shit like a running back
Wish a nigga would like a lumberjack
I'm off the shit
Took a trip but I'm coming back so the bullshit I ain't for nun of that
Hold up wait
Why the f*ck you in my face
If you ain't trynna catch this fade
Oh u trynna shoot guns
I just wanna get the money like 100s 50s even ones

I'm a bad son of a gun
I just wanna have fun
Ain't y'all tired of totting these gun
I'm off the shits u got the runs
F*ck a bitch I want the funds
Who is this
Kay Zilla coming through
Shooting shit
Shooting clips till it's empty
Only if you tempt me
Always chilling in the cut
Chilling like a villan
I don't give a f*ck who is in the building
Motherf*ck your feelings
I'm stacking money to the ceiling
If you ain't first you last
I'm always down to get some cash
You do the math
I got the tool on the dash
I got my foot on the gas
Pedal to the medal
To the next level
F*ck up some shit then I skrr on the gas
Put on the mask
Blue lights on your ass
Look nice for the flash
Been up no sleep
Two nights getting cash
You shoot nice then it's splash
F*ck on your bitch then I pass
Light up the splif then I pass
Check on my stash
I got some checks to cash
Zilla is next on your ass
Don't sleep on me homie
Riding the street by my lonely
But best believe I keep it on me
Got bitches on bitches
F*ck on your bitch & kick her out the door cuz I'm stacking my riches
Snitches get stitches
Counting my figures over here
You over there patching your stitches
My flow is so vicious
I just killed a whole beat without even taking it serious
I got these f*ck niggas mad
All I do is get the bag

I'm cooling
I be cooling
I got dope all in my swish
Give dem niggaz a reason to hate
They won't smoke nun of my shit
F*ck on your bitch & take a pic
While she choke all on my dick
And she posed all in them pics
Strike a pose
Son of a bitch

I'm cooling
I be cooling
I got dope all in my swish
Give dem niggaz a reason to hate
They won't smoke nun of my shit
F*ck on your bitch & take a pic
While she choke all on my dick
And she posed all in them pics
Strike a pose
Son of a bitch
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Writer: John Josiah
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Kay Zilla
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: John Josiah

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