Cochise & Lazer Dim 700 I Think
[Chorus: Cochise]
I get mad racks, I been gettin' stingy
Put that Drac' back, I done felt my candy
Cash back, man nigga couldn't see me
I swear to god, I hit my bitch on TV (I swear to god)
I swear to god, I come in crispy (I swear)
My bullets, they be bigger than a frisbee (that's facts)
I think I like this hoe, (okay) I think I like this bitch (okay)
I think I like this hoe, (okay) I think I like this bitch (okay)
I think I like this hoe, (okay) I think I like this bitch (okay)
I think I like this hoe, (okay) I think I like this bitch
I think I like this hoe, (I do) I think she like my wrist (my wrist)
Put Forgis' on the Jeep, (we rich) I'm feelin' mighty rich
[Verse 1: LAZER DIM 700]
Fuck, f..ck, f..ck, f..ck, f..ck
I might slide my V, uh, you ain't gotta pick me up
I just spent racks on my fit, uh, shit had me runnin' it up
I told the opps' they R.I.P, uh-huh, we ain't goin' back and forth
I'm in the city traffic, New York traffic
I think I like hеr, but she plastic
Different clothеs, designer fashion
Bro got poles, but mine be blastin'
You tip and toe to the racks, you cappin'
Sold-out show, and now my name get to packin'
Blicked up, I got the tennis racket
Tryna act throat, but I know they actin'
My whip and drag, it take off the traction
You ain't put in no work, this nigga relaxin'
Fine shit, you do a song for caption
You gotta pay back a loan from back then
You gotta pay back a loan from back then
Fuck, f..ck
[Chorus: Cochise]
I get mad racks, I been gettin' stingy
Put that Drac' back, I done felt my candy
Cash back, man nigga couldn't see me
I swear to god, I hit my bitch on TV (I swear to god)
I swear to god, I come in crispy (I swear)
My bullets, they be bigger than a frisbee (that's facts)
I think I like this hoe, (okay) I think I like this bitch (okay)
I think I like this hoe, (okay) I think I like this bitch (okay)
I think I like this hoe, (okay) I think I like this bitch (okay)
I think I like this hoe, (okay) I think I like this bitch
I think I like this hoe, (I do) I think she like my wrist (my wrist)
Put Forgis' on the Jeep, (we rich) I'm feelin' mighty rich (facts)
[Verse 2: Cochise]
Got so much on my mind, (my mind) I might start sippin' trips
She said she tryna slide, (slide) I told her send some pics (pics)
I chop the top of the Lamb', (the top of the Lamb') just like a butcher
Serving that white boy, white boy, white boy, white boy, Ashton Kutcher (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of niggas with dreams, and we lookin' like Booker (What, huh)
I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of niggas with dreams, and we lookin' like Booker (Ah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Wake up get to the cheese, get to the dough, get to the bread
Nigga he talkin' bout the team, I don't give a damn, off with your head
Huh, I do him like Bill, I do him like Ellis, he left for dead
Huh, I do him like Bill, I do him like Ellis, he left for dead
