COOLER THAN A BITCH (feat. Roddy Ricch)
 作词 : Jeffrey LaCroix/Lucas DiFabbio/Rodrick Moore/Sergio Kitchens
 作曲 : Jeffrey LaCroix/Lucas DiFabbio/Rodrick Moore/Sergio Kitchens
Hey
Hey
Gunna：
Cooler than a b***h
Cool
Let her think twice my shooter in the VIP
Yeah
Tenth grade bought a Frank Mueller off of licks
Yeah
Percocet feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship
Woah
It's your birthday put some icin' on your wrist
Ice
I reached every goal had to write another list
Yeah
I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip
Stroke
I fly across the globe and I call another hit
Fly
They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get
Slime
I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch
Bottom off the ditch
Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits
Runnin' out of hits
Say the wrong word and I'ma shoot him in his s**t
Yeah
We some big dogs you a poodle I'm a pit
Shoot him
I don't trust these h*es at all just as far as I can spit
Far as I can spit
We f**kin' up the mall if you like it then you get it
Like it then you get it
We stack the money tall if you broke then we'll fix it
Tall
I feel like a rocket I'm goin' outer space
Outer space
Got pretty vibes with me I make sure all of 'em straight
I dress a b***h I put her in some Prada and BAPE
Young Wunna international in all fifty states
Woah
Listen I might buss a n***a war ready
Chop a n***a crew with a machete
Smokin' gasoline ninety-three unleaded
Card never D'd I can spend without a limit
Yeah
Three Rolls watches and they all got baguette'd
Woah
I got ten bad b***hes I keep all of 'em happy
Yeah
You ain't did nothin' for my b***h bought an all-gold Patek
She can suck a good d**k get the Benz four 'matic
Benz
This a rich n***a come and feel my fabric
Young GunWunna I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket
Chandelier all in the ceilin' think we f**kin' in the palace
When you really gettin' millions it gon' up a n***a status up a n***a status
Cooler than a b***h
Cool
Let her think twice my shooter in the VIP
Yeah
Tenth grade bought a Frank Mueller off of licks
Yeah
Percocet feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship
Woah
It's your birthday put some icin' on your wrist
Ice
I reached every goal had to write another list
Yeah
I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip
Stroke
I fly across the globe and I call another hit
Fly
They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get
Slime
I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch
Bottom off the ditch
Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits
Runnin' out of hits
Say the wrong word and I'ma shoot him in his s**t
Yeah
We some big dogs you a poodle I'm a pit
Shoot him
I don't trust these h*es at all just as far as I can spit
Far as I can spit
We f**kin' up the mall if you like it then you get it
Like it then you get it
We stack the money tall if you broke then we'll fix it
Tall
Roddy Ricch：
Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway hmm
Traphouse had b***hes countin' hundreds in the room
How you claimin' you a street n***a havin' loose lips
Got a lot of new s**t Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship
Got my n***as in the feds gettin' loads when they get out
Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out
Got five b***hes rollin' off the d**e at the penthouse
She ain't tryna give me no neck she had to get out
Send my young shooters go wet some s**t
Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis
When I pull up Mulsanne she get crackin' on the d**k
Lil' shawty gave me brain I almost crashed the whip
Get her Saint Laurent what's your shoe size
F**ked her I done came 'bout two times yeah
I got top on top the rooftop yeah
Big Cullinan suicide yeah
Gunna：
Cooler than a b***h
Cool
Let her think twice my shooter in the VIP
Yeah
Tenth grade bought a Frank Mueller off of licks
Yeah
Percocet feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship
Woah
It's your birthday put some icin' on your wrist
Ice
I reached every goal had to write another list
Yeah
I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip
Stroke
I fly across the globe and I call another hit
Fly
They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get
Slime
I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch
Bottom off the ditch
Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits
Runnin' out of hits
Say the wrong word and I'ma shoot him in his s**t
Yeah
We some big dogs you a poodle I'm a pit
Shoot him
I don't trust these h*es at all just as far as I can spit
Far as I can spit
We f**kin' up the mall if you like it then you get it
Like it then you get it
We stack the money tall if you broke then we'll fix it
Tall
Ice
Yeah
Slime
Runnin' out of hits
Yeah