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All joking aside
My lil homie draco
Turn you to a running man
These new n****s hella coccy
That's only 'cause we allow it
She hotter than a Taki
on trees
(Stay smoking them trees)
I got these thoughts up in my head ready to pull the trigger
Suicide the only time I be a coccy nigga
Had depression since
Now they love the way I'm roccin, they mad cause they can't stop me
They said I wouldn't make it here, knowing that I'm coccy
I turned up
talk
Ignorant people scream
cnd real niggas don't believe
That there are a bunch of niggas thats roaming around like me
No im not being coccy but
Niggas is sloppy, that's why I'm so coccy
I grind, and I feel like nobody can stop me
I'm chasing that broccoli, and looking to chill with a chicc, just
pressure, so they missing breath in the cold. God body. 2nd issue. Cook it up, look at what the wrist do. All coccy. Better bitch too. Severing the regular,
on they blocc don't nobody want it
Broccy coccy a product of South Side
Catch a slug if you open ya mouth wide
Bout my team got no love for the outside
Got
tree down stealing off them limbs nigga
If the boat too full I'm hopping off that bitch to swim wit them (gang shit)
Too coccy for ha, she just fw slim
shoot choppa bullet and it's not choppa
My killas money hungry killin everything if it's bout a dolla
They say I'm gettin coccy I just dare these niccas
like Santa Claus
by the way you getting gifted
and I ain't talking bout no coccy shit
I'm talking bout them solid gold bricks
in my lyrics Riffs
break
to the OG who burn CDs, yeah, add 2
Flippin
Ain't no favors I need benefits
I don't care if it sound coccy bitch I been the shit
Watchin niggas die normalize
so coccy
Let you hop on top
Girl I jus wanna watch ya
How he so damn nasty but he talk so proper
Fucc a phone call
Turn ya phone off
Take them clothes
thang
They tell me I'm too Coccy Give a Fucc bout what them hoes thank
Semen ain't no Seagrams Give a Fucc bout what them hoes drank
It's up, I need
the Grapes out
For the cash
Got my niggaz on the stakeout
Mow the grass
We gon' have to sort the snakes out
Woccy
Everybody moving woccy
Coccy
She ain't bad
dat hooptie
Coccy fly offend dat newbie
I be higher den dat coupe be
Try me firin dat uzi
Sticc dem fivas in dat coochie
Bitch be hyper bent and loopy
wit chu
Or put somethin on the wrist worth G or 2
[Verse Two]
I love it when a dime piece is tryna get coccy
You initiate a motion her response is get
a wrist
The way this shit got me feelin man
Coccy as shit
It was me and j rum
Yeah hes roccy with fist
Its one call to 40rx
Just to cop me a clip
And its
I just bought a new watch
And it don't tick tock
You can that I'm rich by the way I smell (Off that bon' bon')
Coccy coot bought this bitch new
cuz I'm built to win
Ima natural shooter aim high and hit
I can't let em stop me with low blows
Can't get too coccy and let em get close
If you tryna
fume la quette-pla
Le sang ruisselle et je reset cette rixe
Fracture, coup d'pelle, les grills qui crissent
Blessures, bouteilles sur son coccys
Sur
steeling i’m up with the steel
Hologram scope he ain’t think it was real
Hang with my gloccy these nîggas too coccy
You try shoot yo shot and my nîgga start
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