Tru Heru - Lord Cooler (feat. Doja Cat)

[verse 1: Tru Heru]
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

[verse 2: Tru Heru]
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

[verse 3: Doja Cat]
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