歌手:Cochise
专辑:《NO ONE'S NICE TO ME》

作词 : Terrell Cox/Bryan Simmons/Hunter Brown/Jalan Lowe/Corey Guest Jr./Sid Malabre Tapaquon
作曲 : Terrell Cox/Bryan Simmons/Hunter Brown/Jalan Lowe/Corey Guest Jr./Sid Malabre Tapaquon
[Intro]
Treat a nigga like Raising Canes
Yeah, nigga, I already know how to get him
I'm like you know how I get down
[Verse 1]
Yeah, it is what it is, I hop in the crib
I brought me a bib
She talkin' too crazy, look at my crib
Send me a baddie, I call up my dips
Yeah, niggas is pissed, hol' it
My nigga on a piss, hol' it
My wrist got a cyst, hol' it
I'm sippin' on Tris', hol' it, yeah
This ho got the wrong one, think I care 'bout a kiss
These niggas are weirdos, think I care 'bout a diss
I call up my brother, huh, I call up two shortys, huh
Give a f*** 'bout the rubber, huh
I fill it with pain, huh, I give it some color, huh-huh
I'm prayin' to God, huh, I pass it like roller, huh
Yeah, yeah (Push it)
Yeah, yeah (Push it)
Yeah, yeah (Push it)
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'ma spray on somе to earth
I put his face on the dirt
Yung Lеan, I make it hurt, yeah
White tee, all on my shirt, yeah
Rub by the time you think they blamin'
Who the hell put the lean on my Fanta
I call up Yachty when I'm in Atlanta
He talkin' crazy, get hit with the hammer
I'm with the colors, I got me some grammar
Shawty she slappy, I bought her
[Intro]
Hahah, hahah
Hahah, lame ass niggas
Yeah, huh
[Verse]
Yeah, nigga think it's competition, this is not a standoff
This shit ain't got paper, okay, let's go have a band-off
Rick Owens, all white, I feel like I'm Gandalf
Nigga think he ratted in my lane, then he get ranned off
Heard you got some opps, nigga, you a nerd
Why you drivin' to the hood, 'cause you livin' in the 'burbs
Told that nigga, ''Be yourself'', no
Why he dissin' on the brick, talkin' 'bout, ''Who tryna get served''
Go to Waikiki, nigga, that's Hawaii if you knew
Call up Habibi, he like, ''Nigga, who we finna shoot?''
I just caught the whip, so I had to sell my nigga Bruce
Once I'm done with these retainers, I put 30 on my tooth (For real)
Stay out the track (Uh-huh), niggas they know I'm back (Uh-huh)
Bro got a scope, the MAC (Uh-huh)
Don't wanna fight a square (Uh-huh)
I told him "Hold the strap" (Uh-huh), shawty she like the gap (Uh-huh)
I told her, ''Hold the front'' (Uh-huh), I told her, ''Show your crack'' (Uh-huh), yeah
Niggas sayin', bro, what happened? (What happened? Huh)
Nigga talkin' crazy, so we slapped him (So we slapped him)
This ain't chicky, this some cheese, we gon' wrap him (We're gonna wrap that nigga)
Heard that nigga wanna fist, so we testin' (We're gonna test that nigga)
Call me Luffy 'cause I'm feelin' like a captain (Ah)
Just like water, baby, all my niggas tapped in (Ah)
Catch me in the backseat, makin' sure they strapped in
Niggas tryna test me, told that—
Yeah, turn it off, I don't wanna rap anymore