Top Songs By Coi Leray
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coi Leray
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coi Leray
Composer
Raphael Ramos Oliveira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raphael Ramos Oliveira
Producer
Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, everything is coZ, everything is coZ (Ya, ya)
Hah, everything is coZ, everything is coZ (Ya, ya)
Coi Leray, you know my name, yeah
You know my name
Throw it up now
Throw it up, shade it up (Ya)
Yeah buddy, ridin' in the big drop
Ridin' down 80, on the wheel with my wristwatch
That **** huddy
Man that **** a big thot
I don't trust these ****, droppin' **** soon as it get hot
Is her **** fat?
Does she get money?
It's too bad she gotta go, tell that ****, "Huddy"
Now she really mad
'Cause her **** want me
That boy wack, he just want me 'cause these racks on me
Yeah buddy, ridin' in the big drop
Ridin' down 80, on the wheel with my wristwatch
That **** huddy, man that **** a big thot
I don't trust these ****, droppin' **** soon as it get hot
Is her **** fat?
Does she get money?
It's too bad she gotta go, tell that ****, "Huddy"
Now she really mad
'Cause her **** want me
That boy wack, he just want me 'cause these racks on me
Me and gang, yeah we mob, ain't no lettin' up
Usain Bolt, yeah she like the way I run it up
She hit me up, sayin' she wanna come hang with us
Told that ****, "Hell nah", that **** done up (Pow, pow, pow, pow!)
Hit the mall, spend a bag and watch me cash out
Numbers goin' up, yeah, I don't know how to act now
Features, yeah I tax now, smoke cookies 'til I pass out
Ridin' in the Wrangler, color white like Topanga
And I like big bucks, by four in this big truck
Sittin' real pretty, spark an L while I kick up
Walk up in the party, go ape and turn this **** up
Whole section wildin', hella bottles, we get lit up
**** act like ****, man they all silly
And they all quick to brag when they pockets empty
I done make my haters mad, now they out to get me
Got a .9 for 'em if a **** actin' iffy
Can't stop now, I just made another hit
And word around town, Coi Leray just hit a lick
And yeah, that boy mad 'cause I ran off with his ****
Nascar, fast car, two hundred on a dashboard
Yeah buddy, ridin' in the big drop
Ridin' down 80, on the wheel with my wristwatch
That **** huddy
Man that **** a big thot
I don't trust these ****, droppin' **** soon as it get hot
Is her **** fat? (Yeah)
Does she get money? (Nope)
It's too bad she gotta go, tell that bitch, "Huddy"
Now she really mad
'Cause her **** want me
That boy wack, he just want me 'cause these racks on me
Yeah buddy, ridin' in the big drop
Ridin' down 80, on the wheel with my wristwatch
That **** huddy
Man that **** a big thot
I don't trust these **** droppin' **** soon as it get hot
Lookin' at my future, it's on beast mode
I don't trust these ****, I just play it by the G-Code
Got a .9 for you, put it in my peacoat
Bust down, run now, **** that's that gun sound
Tell me why these boys actin'
**** pillowtalking, man I swear that they be cappin'
I don't got nothin' for you ****, I don't know why that girl keep askin'
****, I'm saucin' with my bros, my money flippin' like gymnastics
Man, these **** want no static
Turn up on a goofy, yeah, I swear I let 'em have it
One day, that **** yours, now he mine, I call it magic
Yeah, one day, that **** yours, now he mine, I call it magic
Can't stop now, I just made another hit
And word around town, Coi Leray just hit a lick
And yeah, that boy mad 'cause I ran off with his ****
Nascar, fast car, two hundred on a dashboard
Yeah buddy, ridin' in the big drop
Ridin' down 80, you on the wheel with my wristwatch
That **** huddy
Man that bitch a big thot
I don't trust these ****, droppin' **** soon as it get hot
Is her **** fat? (Yeah)
Does she get money?
That's too bad she gotta go, tell that ****, "Huddy"
Now she really mad
'Cause her **** want me
That boy wack, he just want me 'cause these racks on me
Yeah buddy, ridin' in the big drop
Ridin' down 80, on the wheel with my wristwatch
That **** huddy
Man that bitch a big thot
I don't trust these ****, droppin' **** soon as it get hot
Is her **** fat?
Does she get money?
It's too bad she gotta go, tell that ****, "Huddy"
(**** you gotta go)
(She gotta go, she gotta go)
(Dumb **** you gotta, go)
(Ha, ha, ya, ta, ha, ya)
(Somewhere I can see you, bah, ya)
Written by: Coi Collins, Dorwin Demarcus Dorrough, Raphael Ramos Oliveira, Reuben Antonio Proctor Ii