Cool With Me - Dutchavelli, M1llionz

Trust

FaNaTiX

Velli, wow

Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them (Burn it)

My bruddas like «Dutch, man, 'llow that

We can wipe it off, get some detergent»

Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm or no attempted

murders (Facts)

Love God, he made me this person (Facts)

Get caught on a glide, it’s curtains (Facts)

Get caught on a glide, it’s peak (Yeah)

I was S Road boppin' on opp block

Find me an opp, play hide and seek (Where they at?)

Out here, man, it’s finders keepers

Run up on the plug, what I find, I keep (Ah-ah)

In guns and money, we trust

When shh gets dropped, my mind’s at ease (I'm free)

Came up this side and chose that side

My nigga, that’s fine by me

My nigga, that’s cool with me (Ah)

But you ain’t moved Mum out the hood, that’s stupid, don’t let me act stupidly,

trust (Trust)

You’re lucky that your brother went school with me (Ah-ah)

If I knock that door and slap this four, you’ll be singing like Junior Reid

Trust, you’ll be singing like Jodeci

Black suits, and black coupes

Fuck boy had a past to preach (Fuck boy had a past to preach)

Somebody lookin' over me (Over me)

Gotta look over my shoulder, heard the revolver squeeze (Baow)

I can see the blue lights in the distance, I think feds heard the revolver

squeeze (Shit)

Don’t commercialise beef, go 'round there and won’t even know it’s me

In a downtown function, still gotta do risk assessments and CRBs (Woi-oi)

I see the young G try grip the dots with one hand, likkle man can’t control

this heat

Done a bait exchange in residential zones (Mm)

Now them neighbours baffed, these ain’t council flats, these are mortgaged homes

I’m in this Oxford jail, I can’t send in drones

I put a yout on the V in some dressed-up clothes

I can’t stiff him at security, take this phone (No)

I gotta pattern these bank transfers 'til me and my section’s home

My closest friend is a demon

I don’t say things 'cause it sounds convenient

G just put that thing in a bag (Ah-ah)

It won’t bang cah the gun need cleaning

Feel like I’ve been here like a thousand times

That’s a schoolboy error, I’m a genius

WD-40, get rid of that rust

Now I’m in the back, gun leaning, trust (Trust)

Now I’m in the back, just leaning

It was all robbery money and fiends

Now I’m gettin' money off streaming (Trust)

Break down the pack in Kensi'

Even though fans tell me they love me in Sweden (Facts)

And them man know we’re beefin' (Ah-ah)

But I can’t tell Mummy the reason

Surely, surely, can’t violate me in the streets

Somebody gon' die by the end of the evening (Brrt)

I’m tryna hurt somebody’s feelings (Facts)

Plug tryna put up that price

Burn that bridge, I don’t need him

Trust, if rap don’t work, it’s back to the dealing (Yeah)

If rap don’t work, it’s calm, it’s back to what man know best (Trapping)

Seen cats marching through the town, holding magazines like they’re having a

protest

My probation pissed with me cah I got bagged again, I ain’t making progress

(Haha)

Driving in a next man’s name, hold on, don’t take me station, need to pass this

road test (Neoww)

This lean ain’t no antidepressant, feel litter than a kid on Christmas Eve

(Litty)

I ain’t got no OG’s, don’t need a G-pass to permit this beef

I heard them man say they wanna war me but them youts got insufficient P’s

(Brass)

There’s no blood on his Take Risks tee but he still got a burner rinsed in

bleach (Wow)

Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them

My bruddas like «Dutch, man, 'llow that

We can wipe it off, get some detergent»

Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm or no attempted

murders

Love God, he made me this person

Get caught on a glide, it’s c-