Coccy lyrics

[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
Uh, uh
June, you're a genius
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
They say that I'm actin' too c*cky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my b*tches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They say that I'm actin' too c*cky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my b*tches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me

[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
How could you do it without me?
I took a trip to rotten
I took a trip to the mountain, live by example
Then I came back with a sample
How you gon' say I ain't rich?
Well, who the f*ck you know that do it like this?
Who the f*ck you know that came up with how to get it?
And I got the whole city lit
Come to my state, they gon' tell you I'm the richest
They know I handle my business
Can't go on dates with no b*tches
When I'm in public, they know I'm everyday hustlin'
Glock .40 with a thirty round on me
Don't make me bust it
I'm a big shark, you a lil' fish in the sea
I'm inchin' for that
Pockets real husky, I like that kush when it's musky
I like the b*tch when she's sl*tty
I like my double cup dirty
I pour the lean, then I might pop me a Perky
Actin' real c*cky on purpose
My b*tch, she know that I'm worth it
You broke, you know I'm allergic
My shooters on high alerts (CEO motherf*cker)
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, uh, uh
They say that I'm actin' too c*cky (4X)
You know I'm rich like Roddy (Uh)
I like my b*tches exotic
I chop a boy like a karate (Chop it up)
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me (Why?)
The streets can't do it without me (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh)
They say that I'm actin' too c*cky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my b*tches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private (Uh, uh)
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
They told me I'm actin' so stuck up
b*tch, I got it made like a butler
A n*gga get flipped when we clip with them cutters
I won't give him no clout, I'ma give him a touchup
Broad day, fa, fa, my hood like Rvssian
f*cked up in the head like I got a concussion
I get full of them pills, start rollin' and bustin'
Got my Glock in the hills, n*gga play, I'ma bust him
I know they waitin' for the switch up
I can't, we still let them sticks up
You broke, lil' boy, get your chip up
Know I be on the walk and I'm liftin' my wrist up
And we still sweep blocks just like we swap
I bet a f*ck n*gga get picked up
Scared, b*tch, go read a scripture
We make 'em hang on the wall like a picture
You know I'm rich like Blacc and Diddy
All these clips extended, b*tch, we thirty livin'
I'm a rich n*gga, b*tch, my gun is special
Don't beat on your curb, boy, let's get to spinnin'
Keep that on the hush, won't say what we did
n*gga reach for my ice, I'ma do him big
n*gga better think twice 'fore he play with jet
Play, pus*y get f*cked, we gon' spray him big (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh)
They say that I'm actin' too c*cky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my b*tches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They say that I'm actin' too c*cky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my b*tches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me
Uh, uh, uh, uh