Cool Off Zak Downtown (Ft. Bryce Vine)

[Verse 1: Bryce Vine]
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

[Verse 2: Zak Downtown]
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

[Hook]
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