Letras
Y'all just bait for the wolves that came
Rocking that wool again
To tiptoe through your tulips and to your garden gate
Chomp through your new Balmain
Snatchin' your stupid chain
Laughing at everything!
(Laughing at everything!)
I'm Trick Daddy in flip flops
Cookin' up them conch fritters
You P. Diddy at Burning Man
In lip gloss and white linen
I've been at it we out here
My DMs y'all slide in em
Scratching at support slots
And guest lists you ain't gettin'
Y'all band camp and bus rides
We cut class at lunch time
Got that? Then fall back like
LeBron James hairline
You're old and irrelevant
Like KRS-1
We might be broke and intelligent
But fuck it, we have fun
You might be cool but you ain't them
We act the fool but we ain't dumb
It might be due but it ain't come
You might be cool but we ain't friends
Cool but we ain't friends
True but you ain't them
We act the fool but we ain't dumb
It might be due but it ain't come
You might be cool but we ain't friends
Cool but we ain't friends
I don't know you!
That's my purse!
Backwards down 94
Doing like 90 in a black Cadillac hearse
Head looking back hanging, yeah
With a cig' hanging out danglin', yeah
And I been on that fuck that trash shit
I been out here screaming
"Y'all needs to growns up!"
Yeah, pasta with sauce, thanks!
Leave the crust on mom
I leave deposits in four banks
Seen a lot of that world stanks
Uh, Le Labo on me
Lay problems on
I'll probably wonder off and ponder em
Gone!
Laughin' at everything
Crying the rest maybe
But least I feel and care enough
To kill it 'fore it catches me
You're dead meat
Your family's doomed
I should say it nicer
Nah, fuck it, I shouldn't
Let's keep it true
It's cold for you
It's dark for you
It's done for you
Let's eat some food!
You're old and dumb
You're bored
And worst of all
We know that shit it's catching up by now
We're bored of you!
You might be cool but you ain't them
We act the fool but we ain't dumb
It might be due but it ain't come
You might be cool but we ain't friends
Cool but we ain't friends