Cochise - Cooyah lyrics

[Cochise - Cooyah lyrics]

Ooh, I ain't callin' back, yeah
(Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?)
Gotta get to them racks
I had to double the stack, yeah (Whoa)
I ain't pay my tax, heard she got a gap
(Whoa) yeah, yeah, yeah (Bullet)

I ain't callin' back, phone call to the racks
I had to double the stack
I ain't pay my tax, heard she got a gap
I'm like, "Girl, we match
" nothing wrong with that i'm like
"What do you say?" Do I party in May?
Now I go to LA, 'cause it's hot in the day
Put a TEC on your bae, I might take her away
Call up Addison Rae, when I post in that cake
(yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, Puma the fit, yeah
Dior and Rick, yeah, block or the strip, uh
Yeah
Pockеts a Crip, yeah, pop on the hip, yeah
Jеans got a rip, yeah, RIP Nip', yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, the coupe
It came with a coupe, yeah
The swoop, it came in a swoop, yeah
It's hot in the bowl like a soup, yeah
My money, it come in the loop, yeah
I ball on the boy like a hoop, yeah
I hit up the lil' boy and then poop, yeah
I'ma stomp on that boy like a boot, yeah
Okay, got a hundred bands
Count it with no hands
Come pick up your mans
Feel like Vince McMahon
Mind heavy, baby, all my
Niggas doin' slammin', uh
Bob Marley, baby, all my
Niggas do is jammin', uh
Who is you touchin'? yeah
Ain't no discussion, yeah
Shawty discussing, yeah, speakers is bumping
Yeah
If it's not me i'm jumpin', up in that place
It's sunken
And the booty go round like pumpkin
Whenever i get this money, that's nothin'
They like, "No, " diamonds from the sea
Heard they mad at me, hit 'em with that G
They can't F with me, all of my niggas is G's
Whole lotta H I bleed, yeah
Got a whole lotta bread on me
On me, on me, on me, on me
Got your shawty on me, she a hottie, on me
Uh nigga, I'm too hard, I ain't talkin' beat
I be with my dawgs, I ain't talkin' Beagle
All of my niggas, they built like a Beagle
Gettin' the money, I feel like a regal
Gettin' money, you know that i'm ready
I might pull up and bust at his navel
And that nigga talked crazy, I saved him
Put a hole in his stomach like a bagel
Put a hole in his stomach like a bagel
I tried shootin', we don't gotta label
Yeah, okay, yeah, uh, yeah, okay
I be in the back, okay, I'ma get racks, okay
Butt a lil' fat, okay, cost a hundred racks
Okay
I be in the back, okay, gettin' hella racks
Okay yeah, feelin' like racks'll pay
I told her, "That's me, " uh, shawty want a G
Told her, "yeah, next week, "
Shawty must think I'm sweet, uh
Baby, I'm too G, uh, baby, I'm so, uh, uh, uh
Money, it's comin' through, yeah
Gotta fuck with they rose gold, yeah
All my money, it's comin' through, yeah
Got a hundred, it bust domes, yeah
I don't fuck with the, uh, uh, yeah
I'ma pull up and, uh, uh, yeah
Pull up, pull up and, uh, uh, yeah
Pull up and, uh, uh, yeah
Pull up and bust, bust, yeah
I'ma pull up and bust, bust
All these niggas, they sus, sus
All of my niggas come in a rush, rush
All my niggas, they come with
The rush, rush, uh, yeah
She said she a virgin, it's hurtin', ha ha ha

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