Cooch lyrics

[Intro]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

[Verse]
Ain't tripping over no cooch, I'm giving b*tches the boot
I tossed the brodie at ten, I threw on my alley oop
No cap, b*tch, I'm the truth, no room, I'm in the coupe
Don't call a n*gga a snitch, you gotta come with the proof, ayy
So many Vegas nights, I got tired of it, I'm to Miami
Another song with gold, f*ck a plaque, I need a Grammy
Still got all money, I touch more than n*ggas grannies
Threw tomatoes at you, at my show, they throwin' panties, b*tch
I'm finna let it rip
I got 30 on my wrist, I'm coming with an extra clip
Everything I make a hit, lil' n*gga I don't miss
Every time these n*ggas beef, it always be about a b*tch
Cameras in the crib, I got cameras on the whip
Hundred dollar cups, 20 bucks for a sip
Groupies on my tip, they be sending me their tits
They call me Mike Sherm, I'm the captain of the ship
I be moving like the President and a Cadillac, and sh*t
Local-ass rappers tryna battle me and sh*t
Eatin' like I'm fat, I got all type of sh*t
I'm tryna buy a yacht, that look like a battleship
Twelve hunnid a tooth, twenty-four for the teeth
I don't buy her sh*t, so the b*tch say I'm cheap
I'm the type to lose it all and bounce back in a week
If the b*tch ain't even big, then I'm going to sleep
Oh, you ain't give me hand? b*tch, I'm going to bed
If they ain’t talking 'bout blues, then I'ma leave um on read
Hoes throwing pus*y at me, why the f*ck would I beg?
f*ck n*gga stole from me, could've threw 'em a band
Old b*tch still mad, I was f*cking her friends
All huns in the stack, ain't no twenties or tens
Old b*tch still mad, I was f*cking her friends
All huns in the stack, ain't no twenties or tens