| Coolin' with my youngins |
| Coolin' with my youngins |
| Still… |
| Coolin' with my youngins |
| I’m still coolin' with my |
| Still coolin' with my |
| Almighty, coolin' with my |
| Coolin' with my |
| Coolin' with my |
| I’m still coolin' with my youngins |
| It’s still 300 on them motherf**kers |
| Still got 300 guns |
| I’m still coolin' with my youngins |
| They still beat like some drums |
| Still tote 30 poppers |
| Shooting every block up |
| I’m boolin' with my youngins |
| Bitch, coolin' with my youngins |
| Smoking tutu with my youngins |
| I still pull up in that Audi |
| You still pull up in that Honda |
| I’m still smoking marijuana |
| What the judge told me? Nothing |
| Got a 100 thou in my pocket |
| 50 in one and 50 in the other |
| They say that he gon' rob me |
| But Almighty know he wasn’t |
| 'Cuz you know (?) |
| We gon' cause a massacre |
| Got Glocks, FNs, and choppers |
| We gon' come through, damage ya |
| I’m still coolin' with my youngins |
| It’s still 300 on them motherf**kers |
| Still got 300 guns |
| I’m still coolin' with my youngins |
| They still beat like some drums |
| Still tote 30 poppers |
| Shooting every block up |
| All I hang with is killers |
| We don’t snitch |
| We just come through killing niggas |
| We don’t bitch |
| Smoking on this '93 fuel, bitch |
| Me and my youngins f**k you and your crew, bitch |
| Pistols aimed at you, bitch |
| I’m still coolin' with my youngins |
| It’s still 300 on them motherf**kers |
| Still got 300 guns |
| I’m still coolin' with my youngins |
| They still beat like some drums |
| Still tote 30 poppers |
| Shooting every block up |