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Koca on tha beat
Zaytoven
Yeah, big man
Nigga better know what the fuck goin' on
Shit, they got me on lockdown right now
but I'm here to tell you I just pull up on your ass
I just sold some more, nigga smokin' on the strong (yeah)
Ayy, pull up, ayy, pull up with my hood up, ayy (Bans)
Pull up with my hooligans and they gon' throw my hood up
All black with my ski up
Yeah, need that Maya,
we shottin' shit down for all these fuck niggas ridin' with the wave
Damn, boy, this guy is really something
Ayy, Bans
Ayy, pull up (pull up), pull up with my hood up (with my hood up)
Pull up with my hooligans and they gon' throw my hood up (yeah)
Ridin' with the fire, run up on me,
I'm gon' cook it (I'm gon' cook it, ayy)
12 comin' then I book it (huh)
Ayy, pull up (yeah), pull up with my hood up (Bans)
Pull up with my hooligans and they gon' throw my hood up (skrr, skrr)
I'm ridin' with the fire, run up on me,
I'm gon' cook it (I'm gon' cook it, yeah)
12 comin' then I book it (then I book it)
12 comin' then I book it (yeah)
Ridin' with the fire (Bans),
it's so hot (Bans), it's gon' cook it (yeah)
Slidin' with your hoe (ooh), she ain't actin' like she took it (skrr)
Posted smokin' pressure got all these bitches lookin'
(all these bitches lookin')
Yeah, pour the four, then I shook it (yeah)
I got more dope, more hoes, smash it, then I coat tho'
She gon' suck it slo-mo, solid nigga can't fold (Bans)
Bank roll and it can't fold (yeah), have it but I want more (yeah)
Yeah, havin' this shit, pull up the choppa,
I'm grabbin' your shit (grabbin' your shit)
Not askin' for shit (yeah), slowly they take it for granted the shit
Look at the diamonds, they dance on my wrist (dance)
Free all my brothers not wrecking the shit (yeah)
Yeah, I'm cappin' this shit, run this shit up for my family and shit
Bans
Pull up, pull up (pull up), pull up with my hood up
Pull up, pull up with my hooligans and they gon' throw my hood up
Ridin', ridin' with the fire,
run up on me, I'm gon' cook it (I'm gon' cook it)
12 comin' then I book it
Pull up, pull up (yeah), pull up with my hood up (Bans)
Pull up, pull up with my hooligans and they gon' throw my hood up
Ridin', ridin' with the fire,
run up on me, I'm gon' cook it (I'm gon' cook it)
12 comin' then I book it (then I—)
Damn, boy, this guy is really something
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Xavier Dotson, Vas Coleman
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