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Lofi Video (MV)




Performed By: Coolin' Cal
Length: 2:00
Written by: Kyle Lusby




Coolin' Cal - Lofi Lyrics
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Something heavy on my waist, called my plug I turned a 20 piece to 20-30k
By the way I'm in the valley out here makin something shake
Told my plug I'm going crazy gotta keep a 38
Save the date, cuz I'm married to the game what I tell em,
Catch em' reaching for my profit aimin at their cerebellum
I'm a felon and I'm fresh up out the box tryna do somethin
Bally hit my line he said he got it for the two sumn, damn
There's gotta be another way, free my youngin's out the box
Man we was running to the cake
TACT on my line they followed me, investigation
Caught my ass in traffic took ya boy up to the station
Woop woop
Stayin patient, sittin up inside that cell
Niggas hot but you couldn't tell
F*ck the law and boy f*ck the jail
Double cross and go straight to hell
You ain't trap ain't got shit to sell
All my niggas go hard, no well
Gettin gwap it ain't hard to tell
Back up on yo bullshit
But I'm not man
Reinvest my money put that shit into the blockchain
Double up, I triple up I'm gettin to that gwap mane
Promise I'm gon scrape a couple milli at the top mane, it's real
Bullshit
Nah nah mane
Reinvest my money put that shit into the blockchain
Double up, I triple up I'm gettin to that gwap mane
Promise I'm gon scrape a couple milli at the top mane, it's real
And these niggas always askin how we do that
Ridin with the scale and the chopper he had to move that
Took a couple Ls, the block got hot he had to move back
My nigga got the wave cap, I was rockin the du rag
Slide through, scale it out, bag it up, bag that rock
Clucka pullin up with the guala i had to make a chop
Nigga frontin all these goofies, shit get licked he lose his gwaup
I ain't never pickin sides, all you niggas my f*ckin opps
I can't believe the type of niggas toting guns and shit it's crazy
You ain't no hustla nigga, your ma drives a white Mercedes
Heard you pistol whipped that bitch cuz she don't want your f*ckin babies
You ain't no hustler my nigga tighten the f*ck up bruh
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Something heavy on my waist, called my plug I turned a 20 piece to 20-30k
By the way I'm in the valley out here makin something shake
Told my plug I'm going crazy gotta keep a 38
Save the date, cuz I'm married to the game what I tell em,
Catch em' reaching for my profit aimin at their cerebellum
I'm a felon and I'm fresh up out the box tryna do somethin
Bally hit my line he said he got it for the two sumn, damn
There's gotta be another way, free my youngin's out the box
Man we was running to the cake
TACT on my line they followed me, investigation
Caught my ass in traffic took ya boy up to the station
Woop woop
Stayin patient, sittin up inside that cell
Niggas hot but you couldn't tell
F*ck the law and boy f*ck the jail
Double cross and go straight to hell
You ain't trap ain't got shit to sell
All my niggas go hard, no well
Gettin gwap it ain't hard to tell
Back up on yo bullshit
But I'm not man
Reinvest my money put that shit into the blockchain
Double up, I triple up I'm gettin to that gwap mane
Promise I'm gon scrape a couple milli at the top mane, it's real
Bullshit
Nah nah mane
Reinvest my money put that shit into the blockchain
Double up, I triple up I'm gettin to that gwap mane
Promise I'm gon scrape a couple milli at the top mane, it's real
And these niggas always askin how we do that
Ridin with the scale and the chopper he had to move that
Took a couple Ls, the block got hot he had to move back
My nigga got the wave cap, I was rockin the du rag
Slide through, scale it out, bag it up, bag that rock
Clucka pullin up with the guala i had to make a chop
Nigga frontin all these goofies, shit get licked he lose his gwaup
I ain't never pickin sides, all you niggas my f*ckin opps
I can't believe the type of niggas toting guns and shit it's crazy
You ain't no hustla nigga, your ma drives a white Mercedes
Heard you pistol whipped that bitch cuz she don't want your f*ckin babies
You ain't no hustler my nigga tighten the f*ck up bruh
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Writer: Kyle Lusby
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