Cooler Than A Bitch

Intro Em Bm Em Bm Hey Em Bm Em Bm Hey [Chorus Gunna] Em Cooler than a bitch (Cool) Bm Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) Em Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks (Yeah) Bm Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) Em It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice) Bm I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) Em I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) Bm I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) Em They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) Bm I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) Em Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Bm Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) Em We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) Bm I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) Em We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it) Bm We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall) [Verse 1: Gunna] Em I feel like a rocket, I'm goin' outer space (Outer space) Bm Got pretty vibes with me, I make sure all of 'em straight Em I dress a bitch, I put her in some Prada and BAPE Bm Young Wunna international in all fifty states (Woah) Em Listen, I might buss a nigga, war ready Bm Chop a nigga crew with a machete Em Smokin' gasoline, ninety-three, unleaded Bm Card never D'd, I can spend without a limit (Yeah) Em Three Rolls watches and they all got baguetties (Woah) Bm I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy (Yeah) Em You ain't did nothin' for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek Bm She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four 'matic (Benz) Em This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric Bm Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket Em Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we fuckin' in the palace Bm When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a nigga status, up a nigga status [Chorus Gunna] Em Cooler than a bitch (Cool) Bm Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) Em Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks (Yeah) Bm Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) Em It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice) Bm I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) Em I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) Bm I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) Em They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) Bm I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) Em Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Bm Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) Em We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) Bm I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) Em We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it) Bm We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall) [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Em Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm Bm Traphouse, had bitches countin' hundreds in the room Em How you claimin' you a street nigga havin' loose lips? Bm Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship Em Got my niggas in the feds, gettin' loads when they get out Bm Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out Em Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse Bm She ain't tryna give me no neck, she had to get out Em Send my young shooters, go wet some shit Bm Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis Em When I pull up Mulsanne, she get crackin' on the dick Bm Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip Em Get her Saint Laurent, what's your shoe size? Bm Fucked her, I done came 'bout two times, yeah Em I got top on top the rooftop, yeah Bm Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah [Chorus Gunna] Em Cooler than a bitch (Cool) Bm Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah) Em Tenth grade, bought a Franck Mueller off of licks (Yeah) Bm Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah) Em It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice) Bm I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah) Em I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke) Bm I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly) Em They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime) Bm I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch) Em Your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits) Bm Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah) Em We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him) Bm I don't trust these hoes at all, just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit) Em We fuckin' up the mall, if you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it) Bm We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall) Outro Em Bm Ice yeah Em Bm Em Bm Slime Em Runnin' out of hits Bm Yeah