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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cochise
Cochise
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Cox
Terrell Cox
Songwriter
Miles Mack
Miles Mack
Songwriter
Christian Pitts
Christian Pitts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrell Cox
Terrell Cox
Recording Engineer
Nonbruh
Nonbruh
Producer
Uhu
Uhu
Mastering Engineer
Jootsu
Jootsu
Producer

Lyrics

Yo Cochise, ah weh dem ah seh? I'm on the top with the uzis, yeah, yeah Grippin' the Uzi (Nonbruh) Yeah, uh, yeah Uh, yeah, my pockets they swollen, uh Yeah, I'm up in the oceans, uh I'm in the chopper, like ocean Getting money, I know that I'm golden Roller coaster 'cause I'm goin' up Want the money, yeah, I want the bucks And there's no one they had enough And I know they mad at us (uh) Ain't no way that boy better than us (uh-huh) I no problem with riding the bus (uh-huh) Think you cool 'cause you got on a tux (uh-huh) That boy cappin', I know that he sus Uh, yeah, I had enough Uh, yeah, pockets is buff Uh, yeah, God who I trust Uh, yeah, pay that's a must Pack it up, uh Get too close, you need to back it up Runnin' to the bank, I had to rack it up Shawty look bad, I smack it up I had to run up the bag, I'm serious I had to get the the racks, you're furious Show me the money with tax Yeah, that my brother, he flipping on max Like a collar, I'm poppin' them tags He my son, didn't know I'm a dad I go missing just like I'm a dad Ain't no way that I'm going out sad Ain't no way that boy taking my bag And I know lil' homie, he mad Had to reload and grip up the mac (yeah, uh) She don't like Cochise, I'm calling a cab (uh) Yeah, it's snakes in the grass Orochimaru Princess, no Sarah I'm in the sun like I'm Gara Chillin', I'm charging my chakra I want the green, like I'm blanka I had to get to the uh uh Shawty she hating like Sakura Ain't no manga, come check your partner They call him Yusuke, he got the choppa Zoro gon' chop ya Yeah, and Franky gon' do ya Usopp gon' shoot you Ain't talking YouTube Yeah, she thick like she Mewtwo This shit I'm used to Pockets, they Blue's Clues Run up the news news She wants the cha-cha I want the choo-choo I don't want your nudes, boo I want the, uh, yeah Sippin' the sippin' the sippin' the soda I'm gettin' this money, I'm gettin' this boba I'm gettin' this bag I get the money, I'm runnin' it back My boys they came with the real in the back She wanna fuck for no regular sack I'm in the cut with the woods in the back Yeah, yeah, yeah, got a hundred of them racks Yeah, yeah, yeah, got a hundred of them racks I got the safe and it's full of racks I gotta say I'm in love with the racks In love with the racks, in love with the racks, oh In love with the racks In love with the racks, in love with the racks, oh In love with the racks, yeah, double the racks, yeah, double the racks
Writer(s): Terrell Cox, Christian Pitts, Miles Mack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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