Cool Off - Zak Downtown

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

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

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

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

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