Mr. Cool

Ooooh yeah
Pack your bags
Pack your bags
Bitch you gotta go
Oooh
Oooh
Ooooh
I don't know why you upset with me
Hoe you be stressing me
Don't even sit next to me
You think if you leave than thats threatening
Go find a better me
Know you'll be texting me
Saying baby I'm sorry for what I had said (Fuck what you said)
You know what they say if you made it bitch go 'head and lay in your bed
If it make you feel better I'm sleeping good knowing that I'm in your head
Know you mad 'cause you think about Marso whenever you open your legs
Go and have that lil warm women summer since you really feel like you meg
Go head turn up turn up
Fuck around and be a murder murder in here
So pack your shit and hit the road I got things to do
Don't forget your shoes
Keep the stuff I gifted you
Take them back and get some bread to get thous Christian Loubs
But now I'm rid of you
You know what I'm finna do
Just what sinners do
Shush 'bout what I get into
I aint invincible
Heat on me but I'm Mr. Cool
Marso ain't no fool
I know that even winners lose
They gon' cut your lifespan short just like an interlude
That's why we walk with extensions
In case any nigga want tension
Marso applying that pressure
It got all the people's attention
Whenever I roll up a blunt I feel like I'm going to heaven
You say I'm a dog I'm a mutt you should do research on who you sexing
You wanna look at me dumb Imma look right right back at you like Sexton
Just know that my dogs coming first when I said it she looking offended
I really gave up some blood for these niggas that's why they my steppas
You won't touch a member
Unless you want to get dismembered
My heart it grew cold now every July is just like a December
Uh huh okay
Just give me that head I don't give a fuck if you clever
She know that I'm balling my money real tall like a center
She giving it up and I'm calling her nigga to get her
So pack your shit and hit the road I got things to do
Don't forget your shoes
Keep the stuff I gifted you
Take them back and get some bread to get thous Christian Loubs
But now I'm rid of you
You know what I'm finna do
Just what sinners do
Shush 'bout what I get into
I aint invincible
Heat on me but I'm Mr. Cool
Marso ain't no fool
I know that even winners lose
They gon' cut your lifespan short just like an interlude
(Then they treat you like some dinner food)