Koolin Lyrics - Singles - Lil Herb

[Intro:] 

I'm just koolin til my tape drop 

Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape 

Let's get it 

GANGGGG!! 

[Verse 1:] 

10 birds in the louie bag 

Wrapped up in the glad top 

Hop straight in the Audi, 9 tucked in the stash box 

Got thousands everywhere 

There's money piling everywhere 

Why the cops hot on our block? 

Man, there's violence everywhere 

Boy don't try us, why you think you hear them sirens in the air? 

Hollows flying, mommas cryin 

There's homies sighin' over there 

We start rollin thru them blocks 

Whips stolen, shooting Glocks 

Man down, blew his top, then walk around like "who was shot?" 

And we not talkin to the cops, so we don't know what's true or not 

And bitch I cop so many fits to rock, don't know whats new or not 

It's Lil Herbie I got lots of swag 

True religion all that 

Went to town workin lots of jabs 

True religion skull cap 

Talkin shit then get ya skull cracked 

Beat that nigga wit a ball bat 

Pussy niggas I ain't dealin wit em' 

Let the 50 hit em' to resolve that 

Why the whips so hot 

I spend 10 grand tomorrow 

I promise ima make it all back 

Ima ball so hard, don't got no competition 

City know that ima dog now 

And my money long, just imagine all the niggas tryna call my phone now 

When I was on the block, you ain't really think that I could do it on my own NAH 

Now I'm on the road, smokin doin shows, you think you could come along? NAH 

, but nah you ain't real 

Nigga you ain't really real 

And if you was in a jam and you had to give up info, you'll tell 

Don't walk up on me, what's the deal? 

Mally paranoid let the semi spill 

CRAHHHH!!! 

[Hook:] 

I'm koolin [x2] 

Koolin [x2] 

In this hellhole 

I'm koolin [x2] 

Koolin [x2] 

In this hellhole 

[Verse 2:] 

You niggas foolish, I'm just coolin and yall still losin 

I see you tryna steal my shit, but yall can still use it 

And I ain't trippin bout that bitch, man she's still useless 

Nah, I ain't tryna save that ho, but you can still do it 

I'm bout my paper, I'm just chasin 

Remy keep the chaser 

He said I'm broke, yeah he's a hater, he must be mistaken 

Pull up in all types of whips 

They all excite ya bitch 

On Instagram yall like to kick 

She always bite the dick 

Got no time for relationships 

Catch me on flights n' shit 

Or I'm in the 9 in the nicest whips 

Runnin thru lights n' shit 

Told myself if this shit take off then I just might get rich 

Can't forget bout that hellhole, I spent my life in it 

[Hook]