Loud Still Coolin
Suppose be a IT cert like you coli nikkaz

Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them coppers shyt
All this money in my pocket, you might think I sold a brick
I got four hoes and some Hen, some low pros on my Benz
And if I catch that nikka slippin', I'mma shut him down
Let my homies separate his body, call that Seven Pounds
Better cool out, I'm nice with the hands
You keep talking that shyt, I'll knock you out
A nikka be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac

And shawty give me neck till I pass out
And she just gettin' checks cause her ass out
Makin' money, gotta be the fast route
bytch, if you ain't fukkin', better get yo' ass out
