BOOL Chris King (Ft. Mozzy, Trippie Redd & YG)

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
TraphouseRyan
You ain't bool, uh
You ain't bool, uh
You ain't bool, uh
Yeah
TraphouseRyan tight as shit, my nigga

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh (Yeah)
(You can't, you can't, you can't bool, you can't, you can't bool)
Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh (Yeah)
(You can't bool, you can't bool, you ain't bool, you ain't bool)
Hold up, you can't bool with us, no-oh
(You can't bool with, you ain't, you ain't bool, you ain't, you ain't)
Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh
(You can't bool, you can't, you can't)

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Oil in the Phantom, double digits in the blammer
Blickys over jammers, bitch I do that shit on camera
Cookie package when I'm landin', in Atlanta smokin' good
On the hood I came from nothin', niggas blew up off a jugg
All my uncle 'n 'em the plug, used to bag up fifty dubs
I'm addicted to these drugs, body itchin' off the mud
I'm outchere tweakin' with my thugs, niggas kill you over crumbs
Grab the cherry handkerchief, my jit fillin' up a drum
Fuck you talkin' 'bout it, Mozzy get it poppin' in these slums
Popular with these pistols, shottas pop you up for nothin'
Nookie hundreds I'm just thumbin', multiplyin' blue bundles
Nigga promise not to fumble, get money, remain humble