2Gun Yvng - Chris Cool

Barkleys
New jeans and a Carhartt
Flame up while the car start
Tint black so it's all dark
Me sweet, that's the wrong thought
I was raised in the hard parts
Spaz out like I'm Chris Cool better fall back before them arms spark
Mother died of a suicide man that shit left me with a scarred heart
From the water where they spar sharks
Need a hundred for a large mark
Hip talk
Pussy nigga quit the hard talk
No bite niggas all bark
I'm in the street like a crosswalk
Man that shit made my eyes puddle
Can't lie nigga I love you
Ima keep it going I can not fumble
And you know Ima slide for you
They ain't really knowing our struggle
In the V or the floor sleep in the cold room was the nas cuttle
Remember
Pitching work was a side hustle
Now moving work we supply bundles
I'm the king this is my jungle
Niggas saying they gon do somthing be the same ones that will hide from you
You talking tough while you on the phone pussy nigga that's a bitch move
You be with a rat then you is a rat so I consider you a snitch too
Big 40 like I'm Chris Cool
Fuck around, get your shit pulled
Lil' nigga with a big tool hear that click click then the click boom
Getting money like I'm Chris Cool
In the trap making piff move
Sorry mama but I been a thug I was in the street when I missed school
Dick game got your bitch glued
Fucking hoes like I'm Chris Cool
New shit got a new bitch in a new fit letting drip drool
Stay flee like I'm Chris Cool
On my boog shit in some big jewels
Sorry mama yea I know it was wrong, still did it like the shit cool

Written by:
Jermaine Watkins

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