Where Da Coochie At? lyrics

[Intro: J1Hunnit]
1Hunnit
(Keep that sh*t low-key, Tae)

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I hear n*ggas talking bricks, but ain't work no slabs
A lotta n*ggas out here upping blicky never witnessed a jab
I can throw them b*tches and 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
I got struck by this green from out of nowhere like Meteor Man
Exotic bags in my trench coat like the CD man (What you need?)
Make your picking, I'll have that 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 broski b*tch, she get treated like Pam
I don't really like them bougie hoes, but they can get whammed
I like my ho to know how to cook neck, bones, and yams
I like hoes that pull they phone out and ask to put it on camera
I'm from where you work at Clean Harbors, sell dope, or scam
I'm from where a rich b*tch a myth, they just ratchet or scandalous
Let me know, can you handle it?
They told him dump the whole clip, he just dropped it and panicked
Youngin had to do his work, he took one for the family
A n*gga play, then we gon' blitz the whole squad like the Ravens
I turn into Don Martindale, you should be more careful
Louie got some moonrock in, he want eighty a pebble
We ain't dropping prices, shop with them if you feeling rebellious
Dude just asked me what flavors I got, I responded, "They various"
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I'm from a city where when n*ggas went to a school, it's a scam
If you test his street skills, he might fail the exam
I could drop a black Scat or Hellcat like I was Bam
I come crazy every summer once or twice like I was Sam
I supported Lil Jay at Coochie Land 'cause I'm a fan
Even though he know I'm trapping, I wrap dope up in Saran
You gotta feel it way before it happen though, like I'm the man
This a thirty, it's been years since I just carried 'round a band

[Verse 3: YN Jay]
Hold on, let me see the yeah
I've been out here riding around 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 Gina, 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 got a 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'll fly to Arkansas 'cause J a hundred
Shoot his legs the f*ck up since be running off for nothing
Brodie quiet, but'll blow it in the club if you bump him
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 stomped him