Cochise - OLD TUNES lyrics
Yung Cochise [Terrell Cox] Palm Bay/Palm Beach, Florida, U.S.🇺🇸
[Cochise - OLD TUNES lyrics]
Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Told her I don't f- told her I don't f-
Told her I don't, uh, yeah
Told her I don't fight, yeah
Told her bring your pipe, yeah
I ain't with that sauce shit
Tell that boy good night, yeah
Yeah, I thought I told you
Yeah, I thought I told you
I ain't doin' favors, all that shit is over
Might just get the Trackhawk
Might just get the Rover
Might go call the big shots
Might go get a chauffeur
Ok hoes, plenty
Friends, many bread, heavy
Benz, Bentley had to look up, pray to God
Had to ask him if I'm ready
Now they askin' me for change
But where was you when I had pennies
Niggas hate on me all day
But I don't care cause I got
Like the freezer, I'm bipolar
Hop out the car seat, hop out the stroller
Hop to the Rollie why you tryna phone me?
Why you tryna talk to me
I thought you didn't know me?
Made my momma rich just off of vocals
'Member I was broke as hell
Now your son is global
Off the, woah, yeah off the, uh, yeah
Off the drink, uh drink off the liquor
They know I'm cappin', I don't drink, huh
When I get too stressed, yeah, I can't think
Huh had to buss out all my cuban links
If he try me in this club he gettin' beat
Oh my god
I could flash 100 thousand while you blink
Oh my god
Making money, that's my one and only kink
Oh my god
That's so lame, that's so burnt out
Shawty spent the night for once
And she got turned thot, huh
Asked my shawty for another
I got cursed out, huh
I know one way or another it get worked out
Yeah
Told her I don't f- told her I don't f-
Told her I don't, uh, yeah
Told her I don't fight, yeah
Told her bring your pipe, yeah
I ain't with that sauce shit
Tell that boy good night, yeah
Yeah, I thought I told you
Yeah, I thought I told you
I ain't doin' favors, all that shit is over
Might just get the Trackhawk
Might just get the Rover
Might go call the big shots
Might go get a chauffeur
Ok hoes, plenty
Friends, many bread, heavy
Benz, Bentley had to look up, pray to God
Had to ask him if I'm ready
Now they askin' me for change
But where was you when I had pennies
Niggas hate on me all day
But I don't care cause I got
Like the freezer, I'm bipolar
Hop out the car seat, hop out the stroller
Hop to the Rollie why you tryna phone me?
Why you tryna talk to me
I thought you didn't know me?
Made my momma rich just off of vocals
'Member I was broke as hell
Now your son is global
Off the, woah, yeah off the, uh, yeah
Off the drink, uh drink off the liquor
They know I'm cappin', I don't drink, huh
When I get too stressed, yeah, I can't think
Huh had to buss out all my cuban links
If he try me in this club he gettin' beat
Oh my god
I could flash 100 thousand while you blink
Oh my god
Making money, that's my one and only kink
Oh my god
That's so lame, that's so burnt out
Shawty spent the night for once
And she got turned thot, huh
Asked my shawty for another
I got cursed out, huh
I know one way or another it get worked out
Yeah