Coogi Shorts For The Summer

(K Swisha) (Ooh) oh-oh, oh-oh (Ooh) Uh Coogi shorts for the summer In Japan, no shirt in the Hummer TV down, playin' Dumber and Dumber I moved on, she stuck on, oh, what a damn bummer Teriyaki sauce at Ruson, gettin' her number K Swisha on the drums, man, bangin' like thunder He was in a rare Porsche, sippin' on a cucumber Reckless with a Private Club necklace Told her if it drop, it gotta be my best shit 'Cause my son's life is precious Why you wanna argue on Drew? He'll exit Remember when my pops bought my mom the new Lexus Take that shit up, before the whole damn team You know how, I feel the win for the whole damn team Comin' out, fuckin' swingin', on the whole damn scene Got that shit on my back I need the whole damn whack, I need the whole damn pack I need the whole damn whack, I need the whole damn pack (skrrt) Goin' through customs, sayin' that they love 'em (ooh) Takin' off my Louis, 'cause they wanna touch 'em (skrrt) I've been on my feet, girl, yeah she wanna rub 'em I know bitches in the Bay but I had to dub 'em (yeah) Yeah, we smokin' Cookies, knowin' that I love 'em (skrrt-skrrt) Retweet your shit, yeah, holla when I plug 'em (hey) Goin' through customs, sayin' that I love 'em (ooh) Takin' off my Louis, 'cause they wanna touch 'em (ooh) Yeah (yeah) When niggas ask me, "Was it worth it?" (Worth it) It ain't nothin' like walkin' in your purpose (oh I, oh I) Yeah, my nigga When it all comes to the surface (surface) I count my blessings like it's Sunday service (oh I, oh I) Yeah, my nigga For them times it was difficult It's so killin' that this feeling's reciprocal (oh I, oh I) Yeah, my nigga Sometimes it got me trippin', yo 'Cause the good outweigh the bad, always God you lookin' Goin' through customs, sayin' that they love 'em (ooh) Takin' off my Louis, 'cause they wanna touch 'em (skrrt) I've been on my feet, girl, yeah she wanna rub 'em I know bitches in the Bay but I had to dub 'em (yeah) Yeah, we smokin' Cookies, knowin' that I love 'em (skrrt-skrrt) Retweet your shit, yeah, holla when I plug 'em (hey) Goin' through customs, sayin' that I love 'em (ooh) Takin' off my Louis, 'cause they wanna touch 'em (ooh, gang) Skrrt-skrrt Skrrt-skrrt