Xhulooo, Yung Fazo - Keep Ya Cool lyrics
[Xhulooo, Yung Fazo - Keep Ya Cool lyrics]
Don't look into the red mirror
I told shawty, yeah, she gotta keep her cool
Oxy, Xanny, yeah, it take me to the moon
And after we done, fucking get up out my room
And I know that I'm cocky, sometimes
A lil' rude, ha
I had no bands man, I went and bossed up
Everybody hating turned to fans
When I'm walking through the halls
You know that they call me the man
If you talking down on us, we got that 45
Shoot your leg
Hit him with that chop or that yop
I got options i won't beat her but she call
Me Breezy 'cause I'm popping
They putting L's in front his
Name, not 'cause he dead, he taking losses
What's your fifty plays to my fifty K, boy
You flopping i'ma have to call up Ginseng
Make sure that we locked in
Just got back from MIA and
Now we up in Boston
Stendo, stendo, stendo on my waist, boy
Be cautious if bro pass me the ball then
I'ma score like Magic Johnson
And I had to cut him off, that boy weird
Yeah swerving in that new Lam'
Truck switching gears, yeah
And I just bought a new
Foreign car that disappear, yeah
And I know what you fear, so
Please do not come near, yeah
Walk into the jewelers for
An AP, diamonds clear, yeah
Keep my circle small, I do
Not need no more peers, yeah
I told ma don't worry, I'ma be up in a year
Yeah
There's bloggers writing 'bout me, yeah, my
Time is almost here, yeah, yeah
I told shawty, yeah, she gotta keep her cool
Oxy, Xanny, yeah, it take me to the moon
And after we done, fucking get up out my room
And I know that I'm cocky, sometimes
A lil' rude, ha
I had no bands man, I went and bossed up
Everybody hating turned to fans
When I'm walking through the halls
You know that they call me the man
If you talking down on us, we got that 45
Shoot your leg
Hit him with that chop or that yop
I got options i won't beat her but she call
Me Breezy 'cause I'm popping
They putting L's in front his
Name, not 'cause he dead, he taking losses
What's your fifty plays to my fifty K, boy
You flopping i'ma have to call up Ginseng
Make sure that we locked in
Just got back from MIA and
Now we up in Boston
Stendo, stendo, stendo on my waist, boy
Be cautious if bro pass me the ball then
I'ma score like Magic Johnson
And I had to cut him off, that boy weird
Yeah swerving in that new Lam'
Truck switching gears, yeah
And I just bought a new
Foreign car that disappear, yeah
And I know what you fear, so
Please do not come near, yeah
Walk into the jewelers for
An AP, diamonds clear, yeah
Keep my circle small, I do
Not need no more peers, yeah
I told ma don't worry, I'ma be up in a year
Yeah
There's bloggers writing 'bout me, yeah, my
Time is almost here, yeah, yeah