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Man, you just chilln' this track 
Ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, whut?
Wassup? I show you something cool
Go by the name of Block

As a kid Satan＆Voodoo
seemed so cool,
but I knew all that stuff
wasn't quite for me.
And I've seen the crossroads
where the Devil and
that R.J.
made

you cool yet
Ain't been in a room yet, with me at the same time
Stop saying what I said like you ain't lying
You were never there many, what the fuck

the food in
Shit, I'ma be cool then
Got my niggas fuckin' with the boy
But Donald Trump slowin' up the white
Hundred pounds look real bulky
I'ma get

a fuck off stud, you know how it goes
She a dangerous hoe, she don't say no words
She says it all by the throat, stepped in the room, two gorgeous hoes

I thought that shit was cool (yeah yeah)
All my homies did too (yeah yeah)
But that was back when I was young
Sneaking girls in my house
Shawty

you know, we know
Rilès is not the only one
Yay
By myself I don't need your prod
I don't want your beef, your bitch and your buzz
Always for my

do
Cool like a breeze, all I do is blow trees
Like the wind, I can tryna win in this life of sins
Can't folk on, still pushin' it for the homies
If

(Catch him, hit him, gotta grab him)
This ain't a few by the pool
(Catch him, hit him, gotta grab him)
Loose the fucking attitude
(Catch him, hit him,

Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they don't know me
All my side bitches in

Yeah, 
Change gonna come
And all you youngin's gonna grow up
By the time you figure out where you fucked up, 
It's too late
And you can't go

and drive down to L.A

Some say fake it, I don't know man
Stomp it, take it, cool it down baby
I've been trying to make it, for years and years and years

mastered the cloaking device and the Rover is custom
So you should come over tonight and bend over
I'm faded, bitch I feel amazing
I might be in L.A. by

They like, "Fuck boom bap rap, you can't win
Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan"
That's when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man (yeah!)
Look, I ain't

moment
In my dreams their fangs close on my hand

Our heads are in the clouds and love is a world
Where half of us are cool
And half of us are cursed 
No

Just friends don't do what we do

Hey, what's up, where you been?
I've been waiting by my phone
I don't know what to think
I've been trynafigure

turning heads when you came around,
Niggas hated cause we connected and started dating,
Never affected by all the rumors they started making,
Like Billy was

the stars
With a moon shiny as a pearl 
And my arm around a European girl

Spires and steeples,  playgrounds, people
Mirrored by the clouds
It's just a day

the background at the cabana

She tried to be cool
She tried to be sexy
She knew she was

There's something wrong with you
I guarantee there's something

Niggas by me get extreme for respect
I know what it mean to be the nigga getting left
I done already seen how niggas get when it's the scent

they be trynna blam us 
All the blood sweat tears we shed what it takes to understand us 
But it's cool ima put my hands up then let em feel it with

and roll,
Bein all that you can be,
You wanna do it right, you wanna play it cool,
But not exactly by the golden rule,
You wanna tough it out, you wanna keep

like a tattoo ooo la la
But you got a man I know him and we cool la la
Girl the things that I would do to you la la
Only thinkin how to get through la la

the Eastside now
So come on, hop up in my ride
Take you on my journey through the Eastside

I speak explicit, surrounded by lies and fast women
On the grind, but