Cocofelons lyrics

(INTRO)

I dont think its a refrain



Feelin' like im 50 cent, when I spit

That's yo rent wipe my ass with a fit

Take his smack he a b*tch

When I pull up on a n*gga he a pack, of some (?)

Got control of my paper and control of yo b*tch

Attach 4 grip front In control of this b*tch

pus*y ass n*gga how you let em take yo switch

n*ggas apply more pressure when a n*gga take they b*tch

n*gga look crazy watch I get up on that tip

Fladdd fa fa fa fa fa fa fa
Pockets bout' fatter than a b*tch these pockets fye

If he said I called you n*gga that was pocket dial

Why the f*ck you put my car on some jacks drop it down (Drop it down)


(autotune trapper)





Been 100 n*gga I'll show yo ass 100 tickets

And I still f*cking question why they hate on me?

Tryed to show you how to hustle and you wouldn't listеn

n*gga dont get geeked up by thesе lil b*tches

Take it off the Glock and I throw it, these some lil switches

I just dropped a deuce in a faygo its some mud in it

Outside the house, b*tches waiting its a (?) in it
Can't search my car do a speed got the gun in it

Can't search my car do a speed doing speed going 150



(Chicken P Verse)


Aye, I got 50 bucks on me pockets (?) like a b*tch

I spread em and I press em I stop boiling my sh*t

Call TT In the kitchen drop some oil on her sh*t

I'm in a race car but ain't no spoiler on this b*tch

b*tch I'm foreign I was born in the toilet I'm the sh*t

Shoot a (?) I get bored watch me order up a b*tch

I was steppin' on the door, I got dope on my toes ain't no corns on my sh*t

I'll put this belt to ass (?) (?) cord on my blick

Im hot as f*ck, I brought a whole brick of boy in this b*tch
Watch you and yo boy tryna get, Aye

SKRT SKRT SKRT SKRT

Tryna hold the pot still

SKRT SKRT SKRT SKRT

These some mothaf*ckin' Hotwheels

All my b*tches top tier

Bae don't let my watch spill

I be going swimmin' wit my rollie cus my watch real

I'll suggest you never run up on me n*gga Glocks kill

Bowls just landed baby call like "Bae yo box here"