Cool kid
I ain't cool, kid
Don't look up to me
I ain't cool, kid
30 in my chop, now I got a new bitch
Three-30 in my lap imma make this dude wish
Got that silly aim, y-you a storm troop
It's not for the fame, I-It's just what I do
Run round' inna coupe
Run round' inna vette
She gon let me- bet
She gon let me sex
She gon let me sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
Rock out inna room
All these bruddas doomed
Fruity of the loom
We gon bring the boom
We gon bring the boom
Shawty hit my phone when she want sex, sex, sex, sex
I-I just hit ignore and cop my bread, bread, bread, bread
Shawty do too much so I do less, less, less, less
P-Pour the double cup, it hit my head, head, head, head
Always sleep in class like I'm the cool kid
But this wocky hit my system, made me stupid
Always staring at my teacher, think she knew it
Cause I know she want a taste of the cool kid-kid