Coco Melon lyrics

[Intro]
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n*gga, I ain't had no deal
A n*gga actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n*gga, I ain't had no deal
A n*gga actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon

[Verse 1]
A n*gga actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon
Don't f*ck with snitches, I never promote no tellin'
Every n*gga you see around me is a convicted felon
We gettin' too much money, we let the bums stick to jailin'
You got some [?] b*tches, you wanna mix too much, I think you tellin'
I don't know who shot that n*gga, I ain't got none of that sh*t for sale
n*gga wanna beef with me when they know I cook up well
I see you n*ggas on fake dеmon time, you'll get sent to Hеll
b*tches see my different fashion, they thinkin' I'm livin' lavish
They don't know I'm still ready, five hundred bands in the kitchen cabinet
Off the Perc, I hit the b*tch with the magic stick
I'm Ralph Bigelow, it's purse first, then you can have some di*k
Let's get this straight, punk b*tch, we are not involved
I'm always on my P's and Q's when I'm off Adderall
Beef with you? n*gga, you ain't even in our catalog
All these n*ggas in my kids, I'm like dads to y'all, the Plug
[Chorus]
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n*gga, I ain't had no deal
A n*gga actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n*gga, I ain't had no deal
A n*gga actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon

[Verse 2]
I'm still in the streets, lil' n*gga, I never had no deal
They mad 'cause the jewelry in my videos and cash is real
I did my time, I kept it solid, I ain't have to steal
They like, "Why you still playin' with hit sticks from Madden still?"
The Stinc Team indictment goin' down in history as a classic tale
Free Kelsey, he'll be home soon, n*ggas gon' be mad as hell
f*ck all my haters and my opps, y'all mad as hell
n*ggas worried 'bout the Stincs don't even got cash for bail
Smokin' Plug pack, no cap, I'm high as hell
Snitches probably look in the mirror, like, "Damn, I don't know why I tell"
I don't know why I pour mud every day, I think I love the feel
I notice that disco fever when I start gettin' that pipes, I feel
Rap game too nice, they callin' us the evil villains
Once pastor Ralfy start talkin' gangster, it's an evil feelin'
Beat a n*gga ass, treat him like it's the county and he was stealin'
I'm a big dog, your n*gga ain't in my league, he's a pupil
[Chorus]
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n*gga, I ain't had no deal
A n*gga actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon
I flu flam mini mansions, rap used to be my back-up field
My hitman only familiar with cash and killin'
I'm still in the streets, lil' n*gga, I ain't had no deal
A n*gga actin' coocoo, we'll blast his coco melon