Cochise - Red Head lyrics
Yung Cochise [Terrell Cox] Palm Bay/Palm Beach, Florida, U.S.🇺🇸
[Cochise - Red Head lyrics]
Okay, Louis
Take his ass straight to OKC
Chris Paul, I've been runnin'
With the thing lately, uh
Now you lonely, take your niggas' Kony, uh
Cheese all in my pockets, I got macaroni
Uh uh uh uh uh, sideline seats
Where you get my email? Nigga
I don't want your beats, uh
How you gettin' money? Nigga
You can't even eat
Chasin' all my dreams, nigga, you
Thought I was Meek, uh
Slide with my socks, uh, pass me the rock, uh
I ain't talkin' Johnson, but I
Put her in a lock, uh
I've been on my Jadakiss, don't
Let me get the hawk, uh
I've been in my zone, call
Up Rudy, get the Chalk, uh
Gotta hurry up because the
Coppers gainin' on me heard he got a beef
I pull up on him like bologna
Stop that actin' up before I
Pull up on your homie hito Hito fruit
They call me Chopper like I'm Tony
Wait, wait, nigga, what?
Front, why you let 'em front?
Uh, sucks, uh, now you outta luck, uh
I been goin' up, uh, juice all in my cup, uh
Sippy, sippy, sippy, nigga, I been turnin' up
Fifty, fifty, fifty, nigga, give
Me all your lunch, uh
Loud pack hit his chest, uh
Just like a punch, uh
She been in my crib, uh
You know that was lunch
Uh uh, uh, I don't mean to flex, uh
Shawty say I'm next, uh, gold all on my neck
Uh she sent me a text, uh
She was soundin' vexed, uh
That girl is annoying, all I want is neck, uh
Pull up in a foreign, lookin' like a Czech
Pull up and it's roarin' like a T-Rex, uh
Shawty said I'm borin', I got on my specs, uh
Even when it's pourin'
I'm still lookin' fresh
Uh, yeah, pull up on the scene
I ain't gettin' hoes, nigga
What the hell that mean? Uh
Pull up on a nigga, you could
Swear I was a fiend, uh
I'm in love with money, nigga
I just love the green
Uh uh, uh, lean, uh, I'ma do my thing, uh
God upon my side, uh, I don't fear a thing
Uh
Search a nigga up, uh, like his name on Bing
Uh
I just got some drip, uh, and it was a ring
Take his ass straight to OKC
Chris Paul, I've been runnin'
With the thing lately, uh
Now you lonely, take your niggas' Kony, uh
Cheese all in my pockets, I got macaroni
Uh uh uh uh uh, sideline seats
Where you get my email? Nigga
I don't want your beats, uh
How you gettin' money? Nigga
You can't even eat
Chasin' all my dreams, nigga, you
Thought I was Meek, uh
Slide with my socks, uh, pass me the rock, uh
I ain't talkin' Johnson, but I
Put her in a lock, uh
I've been on my Jadakiss, don't
Let me get the hawk, uh
I've been in my zone, call
Up Rudy, get the Chalk, uh
Gotta hurry up because the
Coppers gainin' on me heard he got a beef
I pull up on him like bologna
Stop that actin' up before I
Pull up on your homie hito Hito fruit
They call me Chopper like I'm Tony
Wait, wait, nigga, what?
Front, why you let 'em front?
Uh, sucks, uh, now you outta luck, uh
I been goin' up, uh, juice all in my cup, uh
Sippy, sippy, sippy, nigga, I been turnin' up
Fifty, fifty, fifty, nigga, give
Me all your lunch, uh
Loud pack hit his chest, uh
Just like a punch, uh
She been in my crib, uh
You know that was lunch
Uh uh, uh, I don't mean to flex, uh
Shawty say I'm next, uh, gold all on my neck
Uh she sent me a text, uh
She was soundin' vexed, uh
That girl is annoying, all I want is neck, uh
Pull up in a foreign, lookin' like a Czech
Pull up and it's roarin' like a T-Rex, uh
Shawty said I'm borin', I got on my specs, uh
Even when it's pourin'
I'm still lookin' fresh
Uh, yeah, pull up on the scene
I ain't gettin' hoes, nigga
What the hell that mean? Uh
Pull up on a nigga, you could
Swear I was a fiend, uh
I'm in love with money, nigga
I just love the green
Uh uh, uh, lean, uh, I'ma do my thing, uh
God upon my side, uh, I don't fear a thing
Uh
Search a nigga up, uh, like his name on Bing
Uh
I just got some drip, uh, and it was a ring