Coolin' With Da Homies

I'm coolin' with da homies
I'm coolin' with da homies
Volcano's 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 mama "But I'm on the 'lone on the zone"
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