Bizzy Banks - Cool Off lyrics
[Bizzy Banks - Cool Off lyrics]
Like, what? Ghosty
Get money bizzy
That's right, Structure Gang what? Like
I think I'm too sauced i need to cool off
Go close the room door
After that take ya shoes off
I think I'm too raw
Pop a perc then I moonwalk
What I'm in the mood for
For this 40 boom off
My shooters too clutch, bow
Half of the yerky she got
That shit looking chewed up
I caught him lacking he on
A date looking boo'd up
I call my shooters, yeah
You know JJ gonna boom some
Ain't no reactions tell my
Shooters to blast 'em
No satisfaction we do drills off a madness
Niggas be capping they don't
Live what they rapping
I don't need to go platinum
I get breesh off of trapping
Luva be with me
Hella shooters but they give me the sitchy
Do a drill in a renty
He want me dead tell that boy come and get me
And I'm always on 50
Catch me in traffic you know it get tricky
And a bitch cannot get me
She only gonna line me if she look like Nicki
Uh, you know what I mean
I still do a hit even in my Amiri jeans
I'm so fresh and clean
He talking hot, bullets do him like Listerine
When I'm on the scene
They preying and watching cause they
Know who Bizzy be with a million Gs
And we twist up our fingers but
Bro we don't play for keeps
I see a opp go blast 'em (JJ get that nigga)
I got some shooters I swear
They moving like Nashes
I'm in the hood I told
Y'all that I move tactic and for a backend
Brodie gonna go blow his back in pause, like
I think I'm too sauced i need to cool off
Go close the room door
After that take ya shoes off
I think I'm too raw
Pop a perc then I moonwalk
What I'm in the mood for
For this 40 boom off
Get money bizzy
That's right, Structure Gang what? Like
I think I'm too sauced i need to cool off
Go close the room door
After that take ya shoes off
I think I'm too raw
Pop a perc then I moonwalk
What I'm in the mood for
For this 40 boom off
My shooters too clutch, bow
Half of the yerky she got
That shit looking chewed up
I caught him lacking he on
A date looking boo'd up
I call my shooters, yeah
You know JJ gonna boom some
Ain't no reactions tell my
Shooters to blast 'em
No satisfaction we do drills off a madness
Niggas be capping they don't
Live what they rapping
I don't need to go platinum
I get breesh off of trapping
Luva be with me
Hella shooters but they give me the sitchy
Do a drill in a renty
He want me dead tell that boy come and get me
And I'm always on 50
Catch me in traffic you know it get tricky
And a bitch cannot get me
She only gonna line me if she look like Nicki
Uh, you know what I mean
I still do a hit even in my Amiri jeans
I'm so fresh and clean
He talking hot, bullets do him like Listerine
When I'm on the scene
They preying and watching cause they
Know who Bizzy be with a million Gs
And we twist up our fingers but
Bro we don't play for keeps
I see a opp go blast 'em (JJ get that nigga)
I got some shooters I swear
They moving like Nashes
I'm in the hood I told
Y'all that I move tactic and for a backend
Brodie gonna go blow his back in pause, like
I think I'm too sauced i need to cool off
Go close the room door
After that take ya shoes off
I think I'm too raw
Pop a perc then I moonwalk
What I'm in the mood for
For this 40 boom off