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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cochise
Cochise
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Cox
Terrell Cox
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Davian Bowden
Davian Bowden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cochise
Cochise
Recording Engineer
BNYX
BNYX
Producer
Hiighstax
Hiighstax
Producer
Benjamin F. Thomas
Benjamin F. Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ballin' on these **** (I-I-I), uh, I feel like I'm Kobe
**** talkin' on me, uh, push these **** off me (I-I-I)
Havoc, pull up on that ****, leave him holey (haha, I'm working on dying)
All my **** pull up on that **** with the carbon (BNYX)
Huh
Yeah, call up my woadie
Yeah, call up my brodie
Yeah, call up the gang
Yeah, call up the homie
Yeah, we goin' out
Huh, we on the track
Yeah, call up the gang
Huh, we comin' back
He, I got a switch (he-he)
I ride the fashion (he-he)
Pull up, I'm laughin' (he-he)
Hop in the whip (he-he)
****, I'm crashin' (he-he)
I'm in the 'Bach (he), my kind of Wagon, uh (haha)
Might cop that Wagon, yeah (ha)
Pants, they be saggin', uh, yeah (haha)
Pull up, we swaggin', uh, yeah (haha)
Pull up, he lackin', uh, yeah (ha)
I'm in the game (hey, I'm in the game, hey), ha
Ain't talkin' Madden (ain't talkin' Madden), ha
****, they lame (**** they-), ha
Pull up, I'm braggin' (ha, yeah), ha
Yeah, **** they be talkin' 'bout "clone", come and clone this dick (yeah, yeah)
****, they talkin' 'bout up, come and up this stick (yeah, yeah), yeah
****, he try me, I promise a **** get hit (a **** get hit), yeah
Pushin' on ****, ain't punchin' on **** like bricks (yeah, yeah)
Hop out the Rover (he-he)
Shawty she mad (he-he), dick in her throat (yeah)
Top of the hill (he-he), I give 'em hope (he-he)
I'm in the spaceship (he he), cleaner than soap, yeah
And we got a hunnid and hunnid and hunnid
And hunnid and hunnid and hunnid of racks (yeah, ****)
That mean we got too much damn money
I pull up and hiding it all, I ain't payin' no tax
And all of my shawties, they cute and they mean
And they got a collection, I ain't talkin' Bratz
I ain't talkin' Bratz, but I got me some breasts
I might hit from the back, put my thumb in her crack
Rawr-rawr, haha
Raa-raa
(Haha) raa-raa
(Yo' Cochise, a wah dem a seh?)
Yeah, call up my woadie
Yeah, call up my brodie (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the gang (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the homie (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we goin' out (yeah, yeah)
Huh, we on the track (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call up the gang (yeah)
Huh, we comin' back
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
He-he, he-he
Written by: Benjamin Saint Fort, Davian Bowden, Terrell Cox
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