Lord Cooler - Tru Heru, Doja Cat

Cause you don’t get along with my brothers

So gon kick rocks with the others

Its almost like we came from the same mother

Low key, we did, this whole universe like my mothafuckin mother

I will travel galaxies to kill you

Even if you kill me, ill come back around and kill you

Guess we’ll be going back and forth between the other side

You say they feel you, way its looking they don’t feel you

Ooo I’m burning up, you need to chill and show the real you

Let the people know the deal

No amount of gold teeth, no amount of no sleep

Shit will never make you trill

I know you tryna do it for the bitches

I do it for the bitches too

No lie, if in the process you crossing up my brother

Find your body in them ditches too

Send the pictures to your misses too

Ain’t no real niggas be missing you

I’ve been sitting on the moon just tryna come up with some shit to do

I’ve been contemplating coming down to earth to hit a lick or two

Kind of shocked I’m still living when I think bout all the shit that I’ve been

living through

My brother, my sister, way I’m living swear to god you gon be living too

You don’t get along with no women

If you living how I’m living then you know wassup

Gotta stop thinking bitches tripping

Cause they’re in tune with something deeper and they know wassup

When they talking bout the greatest man they know its us

Had to shake a few people always holding up

Always holding up the progress now I’m blowing up

So if the shit not really lit then I ain’t showing up

And don’t be pressing me bout money man I do a lot for ya

You was sitting at the door

A nigga blew the lock for ya now you know

How to do it I showed ya better know

If you blow it, I told ya, let em know

Let em know, let em know

With the shits though

Ride up, pop a nigga in a benzo

Rattle snake skirt with the cinch coat

Looking so proper when you get dough

But I can’t lie nigga Im anti pictures, better keep it on the low when we get

throwed

And they thinking they be on like that

Boy the swag ain’t coming with a warning tag

You can find me with my dogs

Loyal to the bone with the swag unlocked

Might think twice with the sack I bought

With the tags I pop, I can brag just cause

But I don’t…doing lil things these bitches won’t

Doing all the things I fucking want

Most of us been left the fuck alone

Its all about what you do with your time

What you do in your prime

Got the woo woo with the lime

Whiskey and a dime

Penny for your thoughts

Got the remy on my mind

Steady on the climb, hoes steady on decline

Seat steady in recline, in the chevy with the guy

Machete on the side… and we heavy getting high yea we heavy getting high