The Cool Kids - Fresh City lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] The fat rap captain Primetimes with this draft With way more than two things that match in my cabinet What's that? Who said that bomb rapping is lob sh** It's I, the Mike, that's really about it No sh**, Sherlock it's all Glocks with the hands Nah dog this is ours, n***a watch where you stand We see you tryna do what we do 'fore we can Yo, it's cool though, we be like twenty steps ahead man Oy vey sorbet yogurt more face Build a days where it's cold outside for no reason It's a hole in the ozone layer Zips and jacket Rare Patry is everywhere Like it's in season There's nothing that compare to the different pairs I copped three boxes and there I was shopping Those cold minds steaming out the microwave bottom Bop it, opting out a contract bribing [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] I'm swerving downtown, time to get me a wristwatch Now I'm outside picking nuggets out the Ziploc In your girl's crib, I don't know how to pick box You f**ing with the tip top, baby And it's booming, bouncing in the trap going ham I'm a Mayweather jab, you a slap on the hand b**h a** n***a, bag full of sand Now dust yourself off before I slap you again I win in SL500 Benz, big fan of the Cartier lense Ay, picking up the liters of them [?] You attract bomb hoes, we attract many keepers Keef sprinkled on that blunt like paprika Blame it on the reefer, the league like FIFA We running through that gra**, charge it to the Visa ATM credits on the phone with the people (phone with the people) x 8 [Outro: Chuck Inglish] You f**ing with the tip top baby (The tip top, baby) x 4