Dillon Cooper - Survival of the Fittest lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah,

We gotta do what we gotta do to survive out here, right?

It’s that all AD game, you know what I’m saying?

It’s Cooper getting’ live

Exclusive young boy steady shining

Flow’s so erratic

Caught the limelights out, undeniable, it’s my right to vibe out

No goons, they always got the 9 out

Cooper killing a while out

To find me who can never ever ever ever predict the sudden addiction

I’m in my kitchen, just chefing up all of my defensive for the opposition

Affirm mission, missionary positions, I’m getting bitches

That mean the kind the mommy pappy she call me from the lobby and trade this here we go

Bitch, it’s my CZO, fuck that, ‘cause I got bills to pay to wait here for my deal

I got kids to buy so I stay fly

Oh me, oh my, I got to shine so lease all the motherfuckers could just hop on on my dick

Middle fingers to the haters and their fucking clicks

I’m the shit, bitch, bitch, I’m the shit

Diarrhea nasty bastard, I got … nigger

So shut the fuck up with them airwalks, moon walk to outer space, I fair walk

Rock, steady rock so, good fella mob star, space jam mob star, got bars

Brooklyn ‘bout to kill the game, not the East West thing respecting on my better rental

Deblock the kids, I’m a fresh prince, back up, gotta get these stacks up

Stuffing all this cash under my mattress

Blowing all these trees, better believe, come on, get happy like a partridge

I’m a Martian like titties like Dolly Parton

I beg your pardon, please, can you honestly

Look me in the eyes say that you don’t feel the chills

Coming up the spine, only the short survive

Ridiculous until the day that we die

Survival of the fit, only the short survive

We living rad until the day that we die

Survival of the fit, only the short survive

Ridiculous until the day that we die

Survival of the fit, only the short survive

Sharp like dumb text in other equals

Regal elegance blast, heaven sent …

Promise I won’t tell a lie

I repeat, roll up, you, four blunts, y’all

Chilling out maxim, relaxing oh,

Cool with the dime piece, sipping on some jack and jill shit, it’s just so exciting

‘Cause I’m RAD, you know me, rocking out a A3C

Just for the beat, if I’m on the rolling you slow, I gotta go get my rhymes right

You heard that

Some of them try to rhyme, but they can’t rhyme like this

Some of them try to rhyme, but they can’t rhyme like this

Some of them try to rhyme, but they can’t rhyme like this

Some of them try to rhyme, but they can’t

‘Cause we some murderers, cold bloody killers off the beatbox

Street knock hard rock, Van Halen Franky style

Crazy out the fella shine, cool killer gonna be a cruel winner as I’m getting colder with the flow

We get them chills up your spine, spin around like you dreamed about

Sipping on me, they dreaming in, I’m leaving the studio contemplating about movie roles

I’m trying to be the French prince, learned the theme song and I’ve been spitting on their death since

Lock me up and sell the drugs, better checking rob scheme

Dob themes die for me, girls they be crying for me

I said I’m super sorry, shawty, with all the glory come stories

The nigger just be trying to sell you so police

So I’m a rot, nigger, on the stone,

Rocky nigger I’m still alone,

Cuba kill ‘em softly like a booty time to put ‘em on

Cooper gone

Ridiculous until the day that we die

Survival of the fit, only the short survive

We living rad until the day that we die

Survival of the fit, only the short survive

Ridiculous until the day that we die

Survival of the fit, only the short survive

Thanks to funk for correcting these lyrics