Be Cool versuri

Be Cool lyrics by Your Grandparents

Intro
One way I stay on good times
I came to know
I stay calm cool, I roll up
I stay the course
Yeah

Chorus
Be cool
Don’t trip, motherfucker
I don’t wanna have to hit you in your lip, motherfucker
We cool
Ain’t shit sold separate
Everybody included, great, no stressing
Be cool
Don’t trip, motherfucker
I don’t wanna have to hit you in your lip, motherfucker
We cool
Ain’t shit sold separate
Everybody included, great, no stressing

It’s a party, it’s a problem if you tripping when you use
Product of the product, don’t give this nigga no booze
Smoke something, take the edge off, who’s who?
When you roll something, make friend, yup, you cool
Make your leg wobble if you got loose screws
Make your girlfriend holla, she gon’ have to choose
(Yeah, she gon’ have to choose)
Hope you got squabbles, nigga, we don’t got rules
Take a deep breath, just de-stress, be cool, shit
I’m from the land where they hang and they bang
It’s too many med shops so I can’t really slang shit
Remember good times, it was ten for the gram
Thirty for the eight, flip it by the ounce then I bounce
I was out the house, nigga, I was on the campus
Shit, I didn’t give a damn, selling essays and grams
I was with the essays, homies and my granny
Any time you see me, know a motherfucker planted and planned it

Pre-Chorus
One way I stay on good times
I came to know
I stay calm cool, I roll up
I stay the course
Yeah

Chorus
Be cool
Don’t trip, motherfucker
I don’t wanna have to hit you in your lip, motherfucker
We cool
Ain’t shit sold separate
Everybody included, great, no stressing
Be cool
Don’t trip, motherfucker
I don’t wanna have to hit you in your lip, motherfucker
We cool
Ain’t shit sold separate
Everybody included, great, no stressing

Verse 2
I walked in taller than Jokic
You cannot contest, well above y’all bullshit
I been in new whips with new chicks
All black fits, I’m classic
A master at work, I got the answers and swagger to sway her
I cannot contain, I was just a gateway, she like the way the nigga hang
I was on time, you was worried about a game
Left your bitch outside, now she playing
A shame how the game switch, plain as that Jane chick
Put you on your back if you ever try to step
I don’t need a clutch just to hit the rush if you drifting
Niggas try to call a response but don’t listen
I’m big pimping, I’m big cooling
I was in the zone probably listening to music
I was on the road tryna get to the fetty
Everybody gotta eat, you better hurry up and scurry niggas