Gunna – COOLER THAN A BITCH lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
Hey

[Chorus: Gunna]
Cooler than a bitch (Cool), let the thing twice, my shooter in a 'Vette
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 diamonds on your wrist (Ice)
Everything be golden, had a Patek on the wrist (Yeah)
Strokin' on the toe, watch her bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
They wipin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
I rather take the top off and bottom off the bitch (Bottom off the bitch)
These favorite rappers burnin', they be runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
Used to big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
I trust these hoes just as far as I can spit (As far as I can spit)
Just broke another Audemar if you like it then you get it
You stand the money tall, if you broke we ain't at peace (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I feel like a rocket I'm all outer space
Got pretty girls with me, I make sure all of 'em straight
I dress that bitch, I put her in some Prada and bape
Young Wunna international in all fifty states
Listen, I might buss some nigga
Big crew with a machete
Smoke gasoline, I met three young lady
Card never did, I just spend without a limit
Three Rolls watches and they all got baguette'd
I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy
I didn't [?] my bitch, buy her a gold Patek
She can suck a good dick, get the Benz for 'matic
This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric
Young Gun-Wunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket
Chandelier in the ceiling think we fucking in the palace
And the real be gettin' to the millions
It gon' open nigga status, open nigga status

[Chorus: Gunna]
Cooler than a bitch (Cool), let the thing twice, my shooter in a 'Vette
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 diamonds on your wrist (Ice)
Everything be golden, had a Patek on the wrist (Yeah)
Strokin' on the toe, watch her bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
They wipin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
I rather take the top off and bottom off the bitch (Bottom off the bitch)
These favorite rappers burnin', they be runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
Used to big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
I trust these hoes just as far as I can spit (As far as I can spit)
Just broke another Audemar if you like it then you get it
You stand the money tall, if you broke we ain't at peace (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Pull up to the Maybach, hmm, in the driveway
Traphouse, had bitches count hundreds in the room
How you play me? 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' loans when they get out
Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out
Got five bitches runnin' off the dope at the penthouse
She ain't tryna give me no neck, she had to get out
So my young shooters go weigh 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
Denim, Saint Laurent, what's your shoe size?
Fucked her, I don’t came about two times
I got [?] on top the rooftop, yeah
Big [?] suicide, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Cooler than a bitch (Cool), let the thing twice, my shooter in a 'Vette
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 diamonds on your wrist (Ice)
Everything be golden, had a Patek on the wrist (Yeah)
Strokin' on the toe, watch her bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
They wipin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
I rather take the top off and bottom off the bitch (Bottom off the bitch)
These favorite rappers burnin', they be runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
Used to big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
I trust these hoes just as far as I can spit (As far as I can spit)
Just broke another Audemar if you like it then you get it
You stand the money tall, if you broke we ain't at peace (Yeah)

[Outro]
Ice
Yeah
Slime
Runnin' out of hits
Yeah