Just Be Cool - Fredo Santana, King L

Just be cool just relax homie

You can die you get wacked homie

Bitch I’m trappin' I got racks on me

Bitch I’m coolin' with that Mac on me

Everyday I stay strapped on me

Just be cool just relax homie

You can die you get wacked homie

Bitch I’m trappin' I got racks on me

Everyday it’s a different bitch

A lot of hoes don’t know which to pick

Got yo main all on my dick

She like Fredo man you gettin' it

Bitch tell me some I don’t know

You try to rob then you better blow

I got shooters on the fuckin' roof

Stuntin' pull up in that Bentley coupe

With that chopper hangin' out the roof

Got them bullets aimin' at your tooth

With that chopper hangin' out the roof

Got them bullets aimin' at your tooth

Just be cool just relax homie

You can die you get wacked homie

Bitch I’m trappin' I got racks on me

Bitch I’m coolin' with that Mac on me

Everyday I stay strapped on me

Just be cool just relax homie

You can die you get wacked homie

Bitch I’m trappin' I got racks on me

Bands, bands, I got bands on me (Racks!)

Shoot him in his face for tryna put his hands on me (Blaow!)

Boss shit, Mister Child (?) number two swag

Already got one, now I’m working on a new bag (Bands!)

After writing all this countin' got my hands hurtin'

No tints so the haters know it’s me for certain

Operation GOON, bitch we be jerkin'

Spot 'em, got 'em, pop off

Knock a fuckboy top off

They actin' like they not soft, real nigga knockoff

Bitch I’m King of Vaco (?), go loco for dinero

Dije es eho (?), clappers with the A-hole

Killers on the payroll, murder cus I say so