Where Da Coochie At? lyrics

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I heard n*ggas talking rich, but ain't worth no slabs
A lotta n*ggas out here upping blicky, never wittnessed [?]
I can throw them b*tches [?] shoot like the Gemini Man
He ain't popping sh*t in real life, he a media man
I just put them bands up for later, I ain't showing my hand
My plug just threw the gas from out the blue, I ain't even much ask
Got struck by this green from out of nowhere, like Medior Man
Exotic bags in my trentchcoat, like the CD man
Make [?] new sh*t as soon as it land
You the type of n*gga f*ck your main n*gga b*tch if she ask
I don't even speak to brosky b*tch, she get treated like Pam
I don't really like them [?] hoes, but they can get wammed
I like my ho to know I [?] cook [?] bones and yams
I like hoes that pull they phone out and ask to put it on camera
I'm from where [?] sell dope or scam
I'm from where rich b*tches a myth, they just ratchet or scandelous
Let me know, can you handle it?
I told him dump the whole clip, he just dropped it and panicked
Younging had to do his work, he took one for the family
A n*gga play, then we gon' blits the whole squad like the Ravens
I turn into [?] you should be more cairful
Louie got some moonrock in, he want 80 a pebble
We ain't dropping prices, shop with them if you feeling rebellious
Dude just asked me [?] flavors I got, I responded [?]
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I'm from a city wehre when n*ggas went to school, it was a scam
If you test the street skills, he might fail the exam
I could drop a black scat, or a hellcat, like I was [?]
I go crazy every summer, once or twice like I was [?]
I supported Lil Jay at Coochie Land, 'cause I'm a fan
Even though he know I'm trapping, I rap dope up in Saran
You gotta feel it, way before it happen though, like I'm the man
This a 30, it's been years since I just [?]

[Verse 3: YN Jay]
Hold on
Let me see the [?]
I've been out here riding round with too much heat, I got a tan
If I make it, that mean brodie made it too, 'cause that's my mans
If I make it, it ain't happen overnight, 'cause it was planned
I was just f*cking on Gena, but tonight I'm f*cking Pam
I'ma run it up off features, I ain't gotta bust no scams
n*gga pulled up on my block, but he ain't shoot, 'cause he got jammed
Why you run off on your n*gga? Damn, I thought that was your mans

[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
He told me drop the whole clip, I dropped it, then vanished
Round here, you gotta brick or two around, you probably ran it
That mean if you got two bricks inside your hood, you probably run it
I be on a n*gga ass about a gram like it's an onion
I'm in Texas, but I fly to Arkinsaw, 'cause J1Hunnit
[?] legs [?] be running off for nothing
Brodie quite, but [?] in the club if you [?]
Head f*cked up, but he love me so much, I gotta love him
[Verse 5: YN Jay]
Yeah, you probably just see me at the top, but I'm above them
If you see me out here with a group of hoes, I probably f*cked them
See a n*gga looking stupid in the club, we probably jump him
See a n*gga with a dent on his head, I probably stumped him