Cochise - Stock X lyrics
Yung Cochise [Terrell Cox] Palm Bay/Palm Beach, Florida, U.S.🇺🇸
[Cochise - Stock X lyrics]
(Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it)
Yeah (Bullet) , yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Carlos is here)
Yeah, yeah (Okay, okay) yeah, prices going
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Prices going up (Up, up) , Stock X
Heard that boy, he trying to make
A fuss, I tell him, "Stop that"
Running to the bucks, yup, yup, oh
That's a guap pack
Heard that boy, he talking 'bout what's
Up, but he ain't 'bout that, 'bout that
Uh, yeah, it's over i said it's over
I'm getting older louis V loafers
I don't do those, bruh
I said that's a no, bruh feel like Casanova
Stick inna the holster
And she feeling so astounding
She floating like a mountain
And I drip down like a fountain
Huh, somebody save him, he's drowning, huh
I got that mud like a pallet, huh
Nobody copy the talent, huh
I wanna win like I'm Khaled, huh
I get the green like a salad, yeah (Hit it)
Yeah, yeah, shoutout Jesus Christ
Yeah, he in my life, uh
I pray every night, uh
Pull up to the light, uh
Tell that boy, "Goodnight"
Okay, so now he act alright
Please don't kill my vibe
I've been on my grind
You can't waste my time get up out of line
I don't know her sign
You and me was so relaxed
Maybe we can double that
Get a rack and cuddle that
You know I've been over that (Hit it)
Huh, yeah, over that
Huh, yeah, I'm over that
I've been getting loads of that, huh
Get ahold of that, huh where the soda at?
Got her rolling back
I done got control of that
I done schemed the cul-de-sac
I just threw a touchdown
I feel like the quarterback
Threw it to the runningback
I know he ain't coming back
Made a play, a couple racks
I got Ruby, where's Max?
I can't even take a nap
Watch dog, ain't talking hacks (Hit it)
Prices going up, Stock X (Uh, uh)
Heard that boy, he trying to make
A fuss, I tell him, "Stop that"
Running to the bucks, yup, yup, oh
That's a guap pack
Heard that boy, he talking 'bout what's
Up, but he ain't 'bout that, 'bout that
Uh, yeah, it's over i said it's over
I'm getting older louis V loafers
I don't do those, bruh
I said that's a no, bruh feel like Casanova
Stick inna the holster (Hit it)
Yeah (Bullet) , yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Carlos is here)
Yeah, yeah (Okay, okay) yeah, prices going
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Prices going up (Up, up) , Stock X
Heard that boy, he trying to make
A fuss, I tell him, "Stop that"
Running to the bucks, yup, yup, oh
That's a guap pack
Heard that boy, he talking 'bout what's
Up, but he ain't 'bout that, 'bout that
Uh, yeah, it's over i said it's over
I'm getting older louis V loafers
I don't do those, bruh
I said that's a no, bruh feel like Casanova
Stick inna the holster
And she feeling so astounding
She floating like a mountain
And I drip down like a fountain
Huh, somebody save him, he's drowning, huh
I got that mud like a pallet, huh
Nobody copy the talent, huh
I wanna win like I'm Khaled, huh
I get the green like a salad, yeah (Hit it)
Yeah, yeah, shoutout Jesus Christ
Yeah, he in my life, uh
I pray every night, uh
Pull up to the light, uh
Tell that boy, "Goodnight"
Okay, so now he act alright
Please don't kill my vibe
I've been on my grind
You can't waste my time get up out of line
I don't know her sign
You and me was so relaxed
Maybe we can double that
Get a rack and cuddle that
You know I've been over that (Hit it)
Huh, yeah, over that
Huh, yeah, I'm over that
I've been getting loads of that, huh
Get ahold of that, huh where the soda at?
Got her rolling back
I done got control of that
I done schemed the cul-de-sac
I just threw a touchdown
I feel like the quarterback
Threw it to the runningback
I know he ain't coming back
Made a play, a couple racks
I got Ruby, where's Max?
I can't even take a nap
Watch dog, ain't talking hacks (Hit it)
Prices going up, Stock X (Uh, uh)
Heard that boy, he trying to make
A fuss, I tell him, "Stop that"
Running to the bucks, yup, yup, oh
That's a guap pack
Heard that boy, he talking 'bout what's
Up, but he ain't 'bout that, 'bout that
Uh, yeah, it's over i said it's over
I'm getting older louis V loafers
I don't do those, bruh
I said that's a no, bruh feel like Casanova
Stick inna the holster (Hit it)