‎zoochie lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, (Flttt-Flttt) yea, yeah (Fltt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I couldn't never, no I couldn't tap it
Soon as I'm back, they treat me so lousy
Guns on my body, hoes on my body
They lovin' the wave, and I wouldn't doubt it
She wanna get saved, so I might just clown her
She givin' face, so I will not pound her
Money discussions and money encounter
Just like Lil' Top man, it's 'gon get louder (Yea)
Did someone up like I got the power
Wettin' 'em up like I got the shower
Long ass stand up, that is the towеr
He is a lil' ass b*tch, he a coward
Yes I still gеt cake by the hour
Yes I'm still 'gon back up the flock (Yes)
He smokin' straight, yea he's smokin' that powder
I see the fake, yeah inner and outer
Stank ass hoe (Flttt, yeah)
Coochie was sour
(Haha, flttt, ha, yeah)
Lil' ass hoes
They tryna do me so foul
Get off my di*k, just get off my di*k
f*ck her one time then I flick the b*tch (Just flick her)
You know that I'm 'gon check the check, yeah (Check 'em)
You know that I'm 'gon clip the n*gga(Clip, yeah clip)
Catch 'em when I'm wrong, I'm 'gon flip the whip ('Gon flip it)
Cryin' like a hoe, I'm 'gon split his sh*t
f*ckin' his hoe, I picked the b*tch (Oh, yeah)
.223, n*gga 'gon nick the whip
Slide on a n*gga gon nip his sh*t, yeah
Send his ass up like a blimp and sh*t
I used to smoke on that skimpy sh*t, yeah
Go crazy, racks thick as sh*t (Yeah)
[?] sh*t
She slop me real crazy, that Jimmy stick, yeah
Windows down, blowing a blick
Cut his ass down, cut him too quick
Under pressure he 'gon break like a Ritz
Under pressure gotta keep your composure
Buss in that hoe, then i tell her it's over
[?] ass n*gga he Donald Glover
Kickin’ her out cause I can't hold her
Drum on the waist, yeah, it's a floater
I knew the case, so it was over
Ain’t f*ck her now she a god damn stalker
Dead ass n*gga he a f*ckin' walker
I f*cked the muf*ckin' Pastor's daughter
Back in school, yeah I was a Honor'
Dropped out, I don't wanna be a lawyer
Bussin’ the Glock, cause I couldn't be a baller
He go six feet make his ass taller
Here go a sissy, bullets 'gon Croc 'em
Cut a n*gga up, yeah the n*gga gon Doc 'em
Shoot a n*gga up, or we 'gon rock him
Hold up
[Outro]
Yeah tell 'em fill it up, yeah they 'gon chalk 'em
Lame ass fans, b*tch I just block 'em
Snake ass n*ggas, yeah I just clock 'em
Just put on your brakes n*gga (What)
Just put on your brakes n*gga you could cross 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big ass 5.56 'gon floss 'em
He was so green, so I just moss him
She was so mean, so I could just boss her
Yeah, yeah
Pick up the bankroll, n*gga, just knock her (Bankroll)
(It knotted, knotted)
Uh, Yeah, yeah
I call the bros, yeah (Bros)
I call the bros, yeah that's my shotta
Blowin' the- (O's)
Blowin' up my phone, no why would you call her
Yeah, yeah
Givin that lil' hoe up
Yeah, yeah, yeah