Cochise, Chief Keef - HUNT lyrics
Yung Cochise [Terrell Cox] Palm Bay/Palm Beach, Florida, U.S.🇺🇸
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cochise, Chief Keef - HUNT lyrics]
Proud of her grandson
We gon' make lil' bro shoot
You with a cap gun
I know grandma real proud of her grandson
We gon' make lil' bro shoot
You with a cap gun (Huh, huh, huh, huh?)
Someone hand that boy a hat
He always bappin'
And I came to get my sum and then some
(yeah, yeah)
AR-15 got a switch and a damn drum
Since broski got a MAC
I'll hold it like a Samsung
I called this artist
Told his ass he was a damn flunk
(Doo, doo doo) sosa, what you smokin' on?
This that damn funk (Bang) pull off
Leave your ass smellin' like a damn skunk
We gon' make you walk it out, call you DJ Unk
Nigga, ain't no fuckin' place
That GBE can't come
Niggas ain't no competition, bitch
I need comp
Glizzy forty-five but I call him "Gee-fo-fum"
We was countin' money then we
Went to meet foenem
All this paper fuckin' up the damn ecosystem
And my brother mans, don't worry
I'm gon' hit with this onе (Bang, bang)
Shoot yo' ain't for none, bitch, I got my gun
(Shh) this shit used to be fun (Hеy)
Bitch, your feet run (Hey, doo doo)
Boy, you my son, half-son, grandson
(Let's go, doot doot)
Bread up in my pocket look like buns
Boring-ass bitch, uh (Man)
I wish a nigga would Will Smith me (Ayy, ha)
They gon' be coming to get me
(Ha, get, hoo, hoo, yeah, yeah)
Turn a nigga feet to pig feet
(yeah, yeah, on bro, yeah, yeah)
But me and my cubs, Wrigley
(On bro, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm in your city (City) , yeah, yeah
Second to none, I'm picky (yeah, okay)
Red on me like Trippie
(yeah, Trippie) , yeah, yeah
Walk in the spot, I'm drippy
(Oh, that's drippy) , yeah
I'm in your city (Ha) , city
Shawty pull up, give me lippy (yeah, yeah)
Bro got the blicky (Blicky) , got that boy
Doing the griddy (yeah, yeah)
Hop in the whippy (Whippy) , got that boy
Running like Ricky (yeah, yeah)
I'm with your bitty
(Bitty) , I give her P like I'm Diddy (Hey)
Niggas can't see-see me (Me)
Give her that pee-pee-pee (Pee-pee)
Hit her with a DDT (DT, ha)
Caught him on CTV (TV) smokin' on PCP (Psh)
Jumping like RVD (Wee)
Niggas ain't hard like me (Pause)
Niggas can't bark this tree (Paws)
I got friends that all lost contact
When can't get shit from me
I ain't worried 'bout a broke-ass nigga
Puttin' a hit on me (Huh?)
I walked in the club and then
A bitch fell on me (Huh?)
Think she know voodoo
She tryna cast a spell on me (Huh?)
She like, "Can I get some bread?"
I be like, "Hell nah, honey"
(Huh?) he like, "Let me hold the strap
" I be like, "Hell nah, homie"
(Huh?) niggas watch me every day just
Like my nickname Sony (Huh?)
I be takin' all these niggas
Like my nickname Kony (Okay)
You gon' make bro hit you with a cap gun
(Boom boom boom)
How you sayin' that I'm broke
And I got mad funds? (How?)
How you say you eatin' good?
I'm seein' mad crumbs (Cap)
And your shorty sent me pictures
She got mad buns
I got guys stickin' with me, I don't need gum
(yeah, yeah)
We gon' make lil' bro shoot
You with a cap gun
I know grandma real proud of her grandson
We gon' make lil' bro shoot
You with a cap gun (Huh, huh, huh, huh?)
Someone hand that boy a hat
He always bappin'
And I came to get my sum and then some
(yeah, yeah)
AR-15 got a switch and a damn drum
Since broski got a MAC
I'll hold it like a Samsung
I called this artist
Told his ass he was a damn flunk
(Doo, doo doo) sosa, what you smokin' on?
This that damn funk (Bang) pull off
Leave your ass smellin' like a damn skunk
We gon' make you walk it out, call you DJ Unk
Nigga, ain't no fuckin' place
That GBE can't come
Niggas ain't no competition, bitch
I need comp
Glizzy forty-five but I call him "Gee-fo-fum"
We was countin' money then we
Went to meet foenem
All this paper fuckin' up the damn ecosystem
And my brother mans, don't worry
I'm gon' hit with this onе (Bang, bang)
Shoot yo' ain't for none, bitch, I got my gun
(Shh) this shit used to be fun (Hеy)
Bitch, your feet run (Hey, doo doo)
Boy, you my son, half-son, grandson
(Let's go, doot doot)
Bread up in my pocket look like buns
Boring-ass bitch, uh (Man)
I wish a nigga would Will Smith me (Ayy, ha)
They gon' be coming to get me
(Ha, get, hoo, hoo, yeah, yeah)
Turn a nigga feet to pig feet
(yeah, yeah, on bro, yeah, yeah)
But me and my cubs, Wrigley
(On bro, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm in your city (City) , yeah, yeah
Second to none, I'm picky (yeah, okay)
Red on me like Trippie
(yeah, Trippie) , yeah, yeah
Walk in the spot, I'm drippy
(Oh, that's drippy) , yeah
I'm in your city (Ha) , city
Shawty pull up, give me lippy (yeah, yeah)
Bro got the blicky (Blicky) , got that boy
Doing the griddy (yeah, yeah)
Hop in the whippy (Whippy) , got that boy
Running like Ricky (yeah, yeah)
I'm with your bitty
(Bitty) , I give her P like I'm Diddy (Hey)
Niggas can't see-see me (Me)
Give her that pee-pee-pee (Pee-pee)
Hit her with a DDT (DT, ha)
Caught him on CTV (TV) smokin' on PCP (Psh)
Jumping like RVD (Wee)
Niggas ain't hard like me (Pause)
Niggas can't bark this tree (Paws)
I got friends that all lost contact
When can't get shit from me
I ain't worried 'bout a broke-ass nigga
Puttin' a hit on me (Huh?)
I walked in the club and then
A bitch fell on me (Huh?)
Think she know voodoo
She tryna cast a spell on me (Huh?)
She like, "Can I get some bread?"
I be like, "Hell nah, honey"
(Huh?) he like, "Let me hold the strap
" I be like, "Hell nah, homie"
(Huh?) niggas watch me every day just
Like my nickname Sony (Huh?)
I be takin' all these niggas
Like my nickname Kony (Okay)
You gon' make bro hit you with a cap gun
(Boom boom boom)
How you sayin' that I'm broke
And I got mad funds? (How?)
How you say you eatin' good?
I'm seein' mad crumbs (Cap)
And your shorty sent me pictures
She got mad buns
I got guys stickin' with me, I don't need gum
(yeah, yeah)