COOLER THAN A BITCH - Gunna, Roddy Ricch

Hey

Hey

Cooler than a bitch (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 shit (Yeah)

We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him)

I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)

We fuckin' 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 bitch, I put her in some Prada and BAPE

Young Wunna international in all fifty states (Woah)

Listen, I might buss a nigga, war ready

Chop a nigga 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 bitches, I keep all of 'em happy (Yeah)

You ain’t did nothin' for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek

She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four 'matic (Benz)

This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric

Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket

Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we fuckin' in the palace

When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a nigga status, up a nigga status

Cooler than a bitch (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 shit (Yeah)

We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him)

I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)

We fuckin' 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)

Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm

Traphouse, had bitches countin' hundreds in the room

How you claimin' you a street nigga havin' loose lips?

Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship

Got my niggas in the feds, gettin' loads when they get out

Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out

Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse

She ain’t tryna give me no neck, she had to get out

Send my young shooters, go wet some shit

Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis

When I pull up Mulsanne, she get crackin' on the dick

Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip

Get her Saint Laurent, what’s your shoe size?

Fucked her, I done came 'bout two times, yeah

I got top on top the rooftop, yeah

Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah

Cooler than a bitch (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 shit (Yeah)

We some big dogs, you a poodle, I’m a pit (Shoot him)

I don’t trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)

We fuckin' 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