Too Cool [Remix] Scotty ATL (Ft. CUZ Lightyear, Playboy Tre & Young Dro)

[Verse 1: Scotty ATL]
Too cool, I'm too cool, wit my collar part and my hat tipped
I'm the new dude wit the hot line and I'm not lyin'
Nigga wit the club but she not mine, she in love wit the Chevy wit the woodgrain
Said her daddy used to drive one and I said, Chevy got shot make ya feel like you ridin in a boat you can ride you can get good head, would you like that?
And I laugh, I'm the most coolest cat in my class, Sum Cum Laude if I did finish college, I'd be in the Cool Club with them asians and that class
Hood nigga swag but he got good credit, keep shit clean he don't need no edit
Ridin' red candy paint wit them pasta guts and I feel like we ridin' in spaghetti
EA Sports I be on my game, these pussy nigga out here so lame
Can't get mad cause he ain't that cool, I ain't gotta flex I'm just doin' my thang
Doin' my bih, doin' my grind, doin' yo girl, payin' my dues
Boy you got a cheat code in this thang, I done start nigga I can't lose

[Chorus]
Push, Cool, Hustle, Grind
Count, Dough, Ride, Fly

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Check this, okay
I'm blowin' bubble kush while yo broad still chewin' here
Football pockets same size Stewey head
I got that 107.9 rockin' [?]
Understand what E.T. rock, astronaut Gucci specs
We ain't goin' home cause we ain't got no moon coochie yet
Snap a nigga toothless, ya'll are the bootiest
Rottweiler bankroll, ya'll small poochie pet
Two Chainz, Ludacris, state weed, sewage shit (ugh)
Ain't bustin' bitches till they pull up in my pulpit (dear lord)
Old school FILA joggin' suit blue velour that (what you know about that?)
I fuck wit cash cows so you know I'm on that bullshit
Everything cool bitch, Dro be on that hood shit, Dro