Chief Keef - Cool lyrics

[Intro] Aye, aye, aye Click-clack, rahh, bang Gang gang, n***a Gang gang in this b**h Gang in this b**h Bang, gang [Bridge] I'm sitting at my mansion, cooling booling, smoking tooka n***as acting like they shooters, n***as really losers Pull up on a n***a, click-clack, then I lose 'em Skudda skuh, now they seen the cops, click-clack dulah duh, bang [Hook] Smoking tooka with my Ruger My mothaf**ing Ruger got a ruler Shoot this mothaf**a at your lil medula You ain't talking cash boy, you not cool [Verse 1] Pull up driving fast, my b**h say I'ma fooler I'm smoking on this tooka cause I'll lose it I lose my f**ing mind and get to screwing n***as Pull out this damn Glock and get to doing n***as n***a I tote Glocks, FNs and Rugers, n***a My Ruger got a ruler and it'll shoot ya, n***a Spank your a** like your teacher And then I go and see the (?) I've been getting money since I had Beepers Now I'm riding in foreigns and Beamers Got some top from a b**h named Tina, and Ringa And you know I brought my nina, Katrina I ain't show up for court subpoena Now I got a warrant, I don't give a D-M, I'ma demon Smoking on this stinky stinkar What you smoking smelling like a bunch of dirty reefer [Bridge] I'm sitting at my mansion, cooling booling, smoking tooka n***as acting like they shooters, n***as really losers Pull up on a n***a, click-clack, then I lose 'em Skudda skuh, now they seen the cops, click-clack dulah duh, bang [Hook] Smoking tooka with my Ruger My mothaf**ing Ruger got a ruler Shoot this mothaf**a at your lil medula You ain't talking cash boy, you not cool [Verse 2] My Tec got a cooler-cooler Shoot it at your damn medula-dula I'm rolling with a bunch of k**ers, shooter-shooters We pull up on your block and get to shooting you and you, n***a Smoke, and we ride off smoke Smoking on this too, Tutu I'ma fool And I'm with my crew And my son and Krue We belong in the zoo We some animals with some tools Don't play with my fool, I remember being broke Pull up to the show, with my f**ing rolls Catch ya at the stop sign, we gon' up these poles and blow, blow Boy Jojo-Jo, 4-5 Ruger and a 4-O [Bridge] I'm sitting at my mansion, cooling booling, smoking tooka n***as acting like they shooters, n***as really losers Pull up on a n***a, click-clack, then I lose 'em Skudda skuh, now they seen the cops, click-clack dulah duh, bang