Cochise - Nuttin lyrics
Yung Cochise [Terrell Cox] Palm Bay/Palm Beach, Florida, U.S.🇺🇸
[Cochise - Nuttin lyrics]
It's like 99 degrees
Yeah, boy's shadow need some antifreeze
Glocks for the semi yeah they overseas
And my shorty too cause she Japanese
(Oh she Japanese?)
Bullets dumpin' got you ducking
Like a dynasty
Oh you fine to me, she'll finally
Come home with me
Hop up on the belly, catch a pedigree
Nigga, I don't know ya pull up like I got a
Couple niggas from Illinois
Niggas actin' up and now you
Lying like a lawyer nigga you my child
Watch you pull up in a stroller
Haters from the plant
But this ain't no damn controller
Ain't no sippin' lean, nigga
I be sippin' soda orange juice with pulp if
You don't like Coca-Cola
I don't really simp (Uh)
Do we have a date? (Uh)
Does everyone break up?
Cause I pulled up on a
Nigga like what happen?
You can never catch a nigga lackin'
Summertime all my niggas trappin'
You not getting money, boy you cappin'
Niggas, I'm the K'nuckles from the captain
Border shut now, shit it slappin'
Sweat drippin', ooh I need a napkin
I don't really know ya
You get the back hand, you get the back hand
(Ay)
Whatcha' doing? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh)
Whatcha' feelin' like? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' doing? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh)
Whatcha' feelin' like? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Niggas silly ay, pockets filled with fifties
(Ay yuh)
Gettin' litty, goin' harder than a titty
(Ay yuh)
On my willy, future that's a milli (Ay yuh)
In the gilly, jumpin out the skilly (Ay yuh)
Bitch I'm pretty, hit em with the shimmy
(Ay yuh)
Shawty skinny, hit her in the kitty (Ay yuh)
In the kitty, goin' dumb like I'm Timmy
(Ay yuh) i'm from Chile, just a lil city
This summer watch me climb a tree
Baby catch a beat
On lame ass shit baby you and me
Cause when I'm really with the gimmicks
Just give me couple minutes
And we can get in on in the civic
This summer watch me climb a tree
Baby catch a beat
On some lame ass shit baby you and me
Cause when I'm really with the gimmicks
Just give me couple minutes
And we can get in on in the civic
We can get it on
(Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic)
We can get it on
(Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic)
We can get it on
(Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic)
We can get it on
(Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic)
We can get it on
(Back to the back, back to the back)
We can get it on
(Back to the back, back to the back)
We can get it on
(Back to the back, back to the back)
We can get it on
(Back to the back, back to the back)
Cause I pulled up on a
Nigga like what happen?
You can never catch a nigga lackin'
Summertime all my niggas trappin'
You not getting money, boy you cappin'
Niggas, I'm the K'nuckles from the captain
Border shut now, shit it slappin'
Sweat drippin', ooh I need a napkin
I don't really know ya
You get the back hand, you get the back hand
Yeah, boy's shadow need some antifreeze
Glocks for the semi yeah they overseas
And my shorty too cause she Japanese
(Oh she Japanese?)
Bullets dumpin' got you ducking
Like a dynasty
Oh you fine to me, she'll finally
Come home with me
Hop up on the belly, catch a pedigree
Nigga, I don't know ya pull up like I got a
Couple niggas from Illinois
Niggas actin' up and now you
Lying like a lawyer nigga you my child
Watch you pull up in a stroller
Haters from the plant
But this ain't no damn controller
Ain't no sippin' lean, nigga
I be sippin' soda orange juice with pulp if
You don't like Coca-Cola
I don't really simp (Uh)
Do we have a date? (Uh)
Does everyone break up?
Cause I pulled up on a
Nigga like what happen?
You can never catch a nigga lackin'
Summertime all my niggas trappin'
You not getting money, boy you cappin'
Niggas, I'm the K'nuckles from the captain
Border shut now, shit it slappin'
Sweat drippin', ooh I need a napkin
I don't really know ya
You get the back hand, you get the back hand
(Ay)
Whatcha' doing? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh)
Whatcha' feelin' like? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' doing? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh)
Whatcha' feelin' like? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really
(Ay yuh)
Niggas silly ay, pockets filled with fifties
(Ay yuh)
Gettin' litty, goin' harder than a titty
(Ay yuh)
On my willy, future that's a milli (Ay yuh)
In the gilly, jumpin out the skilly (Ay yuh)
Bitch I'm pretty, hit em with the shimmy
(Ay yuh)
Shawty skinny, hit her in the kitty (Ay yuh)
In the kitty, goin' dumb like I'm Timmy
(Ay yuh) i'm from Chile, just a lil city
This summer watch me climb a tree
Baby catch a beat
On lame ass shit baby you and me
Cause when I'm really with the gimmicks
Just give me couple minutes
And we can get in on in the civic
This summer watch me climb a tree
Baby catch a beat
On some lame ass shit baby you and me
Cause when I'm really with the gimmicks
Just give me couple minutes
And we can get in on in the civic
We can get it on
(Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic)
We can get it on
(Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic)
We can get it on
(Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic)
We can get it on
(Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic)
We can get it on
(Back to the back, back to the back)
We can get it on
(Back to the back, back to the back)
We can get it on
(Back to the back, back to the back)
We can get it on
(Back to the back, back to the back)
Cause I pulled up on a
Nigga like what happen?
You can never catch a nigga lackin'
Summertime all my niggas trappin'
You not getting money, boy you cappin'
Niggas, I'm the K'nuckles from the captain
Border shut now, shit it slappin'
Sweat drippin', ooh I need a napkin
I don't really know ya
You get the back hand, you get the back hand