Cool Off

[Verse 1: Bryce Vine] I'm blacked out from my new clothes to my skin tone High brow from my eyebrows to my iPhone Broke off, I'm the tomcat in the bar With two blondes and the door slightly ajar We on a high roll, betting on red six Kissing chubby women, no ass and fake tits My ex girl told me I'm wack and ain't shit So I pooed in her food, guess she ate shit [Verse 2: Zak Downtown] Rule number one, never be number two I'mma make money, player, boy what're you? Got 37 girls all coming through Me and Bryce Vine on the track, they on trouble, whoo I make my own wave and I surf it I look real nice on the surface But if you're playing with my commas I know goons uptown that can come with the drama [Hook] You need to cool off Talking all that shit you need to cool off It's getting hot in here, you need to cool off For real though, I ain't in the mood, dog So you need to - cool, cool off Talking all that shit you need to cool off It's getting hot in here, you need to cool off For real though, I ain't in the mood, dog [Verse 3: Bryce Vine] Yeah, me and Zachary down for town hoes Down for down women who loud and lack clothes Pound for pound chickens I'm crowned the best nigga in town My mama say I'm making her proud I'm a one-hit wonder I hit it once and you wonder where I went And if the pot gets cold before I get home It's on you to pay my rent [Verse 4: Zak Downtown] I can see our peers getting jealous Out here on the road getting money with my fellas Yeah, we hear you talking, we don't care what you tell us Got your girl right here, trying to show us her melons Like, eh, that's an every night occasion Drop one hit and we got everybody waiting House in the hills, got the girls half naked Take a pic so I can show my mama I made it [Hook]