What It Hit Foe lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (It's a Wayne beat)
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, young n*ggas doin' this sh*t
Young n*gga
Young n*gga, young n*gga, young n*gga
Young n*gga, young n*gga, young n*gga
Alright
I'm back in that bag, b*tch, it's Coochie Man versus YN Jay, what y'all wanna do?
It's me versus myself, who y— what we doin'?
Ayy

[Verse]
I'm finna roll a big-ass blunt, I need a Backwood
I know some n*ggas who ain't street, they just act hood
I knew you really ain't have money, you just cap good
I think you bought some Dark Stouts, this a black 'Wood
I was only thirteen stealing drank from my daddy 'cause the Act' was good
No more butts fit in the club, this a fat wood
I'm finna close the club down
I know some n*ggas used to hate, they show me love now
n*gga thought that he was dead, he heard the gun sound
b*tch f*cked the whole team, she can run miles
I just came through, dunked on a pus*y n*gga like I'm Miles Bridges
Speakin' on somebody else body, you a loud witness
Ayy, coach put me out the game, but I'ma still ball
Threw a hoop, see it in the rim, it was a real ball
I ain't talk to my n*gga, but I still— but I still call
b*tch suck di*k and lick balls, she use real jaws
If I call my n*gga, put some money— man, that's a kill call
b*tch get beat— damn
b*tch get beat down, but her pus*y still tight, she got steel walls
n*gga, you ain't never paid for sh*t, I get bill calls
Streets— damn
Streets tried to knock me down hard, but I'm still tall
Have you ever told somebody 'bout some real sh*t, tryna be real, dog?
Bro hit the yeah with the ooh, it was still dog
Every time my f*ckin' phone ring, I get pill calls
All these record labels call my phone, I get deal calls
If you feeling froggy, n*gga, leap like a damn frog
Damn
Unc' showed me how to cook in the kitchen, I appreciate that sh*t
b*tch suck di*k so good, appreciate that sh*t
Rich b*tch let me f*ck for free, you gon' pay that b*tch
n*gga feelin' crazy, you get somethin' off your heart, n*gga, say that sh*t
Have you ever heard of "Coochie Man"? n*gga, play that sh*t
Have you ever been to Coochie Land? b*tch, I made that sh*t
n*gga could've been Superman, he couldn't save that b*tch
Why you treat that b*tch like you her daddy? Tryna raise that b*tch
Ayy, if you feel some type of way in your heart, you better say that sh*t
b*tch wanna f*ck the whole team, you tryna bae that b*tch
Damn
That sh*t don't make no sense
Freak b*tch suck the whole di*k, but can't take no di*k
How the f*ck you make it to the top? I had to wait, that's it
See myself in the SRT, I'm tryna race that b*tch
Coochie Man versus YN Jay, you gotta pick your side
Scat Pack or the Maybach, you gotta pick your ride
b*tch selling pus*y out your car, she tryna pimp your— damn
Alright
b*tch selling pus*y out your car, she tryna pimp your ride
Ridin' with a big ass Five-seveN, finna flip your ride
Walk a mile in Coochie Man's shoes, I got the perfect size
I remember I had dirty shoes, now I wear 'em twice
b*tch say she wanna come over, you can't spend the night
Lil' bro ain't think he hit his target, told him, "Spin twice"
I had dreams performin' on big stage with the big lights
b*tch used to play me, I was broke, let me hit twice
I remember I was broke, but I'm rich now
Same hoes used to play me on my di*k now
Everybody in here got a gun, this a stick house
Used to sleep in bandos, now I got a big house
I just walked in your b*tch house with my di*k out
Five hundred thousand in the crib, this a lick house
I'll evict somebody out they crib, get out
I got ten b*tches in the living room on a big couch
[Outro]
Damn
Ha, yeah
That sh*t, yeah, that sh*t good like that, that sh*t good like that
That's how we gon' play it, man, it's the f*ckin' Coochie Man
It's the f*ckin' Coochie Man
What the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout? My n*ggas been doin' this sh*t, we been—
Hey, have you ever heard of Beecher?
Yeah, yeah, that's where I'm from
Yeah
Okay
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