So Cool
Ain't too much cool, cooler than me
Ain't too much cool, cooler than me
Plush robe, fresh Cuban from Havana rolled
I got heat and the sauce like your grandma's stove
The world a little too sketchy to let it stress me
That bullshit show up at my door calling and texting, trying to catch me
But I kick it a little different, I'm Lionel Messi
These niggas wanna get crafty, go find it on Etsy
I'm telling her, apply that pressure, you trying to impress me
The right amount of sexy, I got her dry as a jet ski
I left her floating in the ocean and go back to get it
And I eventually regret it, I'm too apathetic
My type is dry ice
I really like taking high flights, no limelights
A lot of reefer in a deep freezer, my vibe like
I stay straight in my lane, never get side swiped
You can go ask any one of my niggas, they'll tell you
I'm like a glacier that's covered in icicles, I'm so cool
Ain't too much cool, cooler than me
And if so, I got no clue who it could be
A breath of fresh air shooting the breeze
And I'ma keep it kinda low-key to a degree
Now hot or cold, I'm still chilling
Fuck around and catch that frostbite
But you still feel it
Ninety degrees, I'm outside in a mink
And I don't even need no ice in my drink
You never see me on newsstands
Crazy how I'm this cool with only a few fans
The same when a nigga had no loot
I'm chilling on Virginia Beach
And I'm wearing snow boots, hang out with the old youth
I need a gangster grill, but I ain't got a gold tooth
Salt and pepper, goatee OG with the cold moves
I know that they ain't used to the vibe
I'm so down to earth, cause I'm usually high
Nigga from Omaha, you probably thought of a cornfield
I tell you that boy ill, slick as an oil spill
They might've even said the hawk is out
Or maybe it's mad brick when I'm walking out
I know some geeks, and I kick it with all the goons
It's crazy, nigga got mittens on in June
And as soon as you start turning my tracks up
They putting hoodies on, turning they thermostats up
Cause I'm that cool
Ain't too much cool, cooler than me
And if so, I got no clue who it could be
A breath of fresh air shooting the breeze
And I'ma keep it kinda low-key to a degree
Now hot or cold, I'm still chilling
Fuck around and catch that frostbite
But you still feel it
Ninety degrees, I'm outside in a mink
And I don't even need no ice in my drink