Kur - Cool It Out lyrics

[Intro] I just feel like if I hit this L i’ll be cool You feel me [Verse 1; Kur] I was so confused I was stuck Now i’m in the mood i touch bucks Use to pick up j**els from uncut n***as get a tool they pumped up I then lay in pools im pumped up Pounds they gon move me from f**ed up From a town where n***as get f**ed up From a town where n***as get stuck up Can’t be round n***as thats f**ed up That was Kur pulling the truck up Now i’m f**ing who*es that was stuck up Wanted more but i had tough luck Wasn’t sure when imma come up Me and Dot scraping them crumbs up Spot hot undies gon bum rush I’m shot did all that dumb stuff I’m hot still on the come up With these thots n***as want one up I don’t give a f**, go f** Standing in the cut post up n***as talking tough get choked up Yea my life was tough but so what Keep my head up ain’t fold up Get your bread up the hoes f** I then teared up and rolled up Think about it Al was so young Think about the days with with low funds Gotta keep your faith its gon come I was losing faith ain’t gon front n***a I just ate i’m going dumb n***a I just ate i’m going [Hook] Cool it out, Cool it out, Cool it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out Cool it out, Cool it out, Cool it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out Cool it out, Cool it out, Cool it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out Cool it out ain’t nothing to shoot it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out, ok lets shoot it out [Verse 2; Omelly] I’m with the gang and we move it out It ain’t nothing we can shoot it out Broad day put the tool in his scalp f** later I wanna do this sh** now On the road i’m really tired of these clowns Got the slip and man they gotta get down FN and I gotta full pound Walk up on em really f** em around Bust down rollie I payed for it 40k what I paye for it We sh**ting on n***as that hate us Yea we got [???] pop these papers f** all them n***as we blaze em yea Head shot front page em yea We got the city on lock from SP to Uptop And we got them b**hes on lock County n***as getting guap They ain’t never gonna stop Finna make sh** pop Counting cash spinning blocks Philly n***as on top [Hook] Cool it out, Cool it out, Cool it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out Cool it out, Cool it out, Cool it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out Cool it out, Cool it out, Cool it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out Cool it out ain’t nothing to shoot it out Ain’t nothing lets shoot it out, ok lets shoot it out