Coco Stick Scars lyrics

[Chorus]
Back biting ass n*gga, he know he ain't good
Don't like to talk about lick, I just do it
Girly ass n*gga, they know what they doing
Moving like b*tches they ahh-ing, they ooh-ing
Glick hit his head, leave a b*tch oozing
Fresh as the f*ck, the hoes they choosing
Think he a gangster but it's an illusion
Don't test me baby you know imma do it
Over the limit, you know imma do it
Act the f*ck up, you know imma do it
Up that glick n*gga stop what you doing
b*tch moving funny, she know what she doing
Get fresh as a f*ck, you know imma do it
Back the f*ck up, you don't know what you doing
Can't put me on, I already knew it
Can't be too nice 'cause they will abuse it

[Verse 1]
Back the f*ck up, I peep what you doing
Glick to a opp face, what ya doing
End up f*cked up for assuming
Homie locked up did vaccine for soups
f*ck the air, my lungs they polluted
Hate when a b*tch ask what I'm doing
Slide on opps to occupy my time
Henny straight, this not Corona Lime
Drink this Henny like Bud Light
Unc walked in with a 18 pack
Dope I got, bring the 80's back
This that new Slim Shady pack
Ray Lewis dope, bring the Ravens back
Play for the Ravens when I got the sack
I know real killers who are [married?]
I know killers who'll tie up your parents
[Chorus]
Back biting ass n*gga, he know he ain't good
Don't like to talk about lick, I just do it
Girly ass n*gga, they know what they doing
Moving like b*tches they ahh-ing, they ooh-ing
Glick hit his head, leave a b*tch oozing
Fresh as the f*ck, the hoes they choosing
Think he a gangster but it's an illusion
Don't test me baby you know imma do it
Over the limit, you know imma do it
Act the f*ck up, you know imma do it
Up that glick n*gga stop what you doing
b*tch moving funny, she know what she doing
Get fresh as a f*ck, you know imma do it
Back the f*ck up, you don't know what you doing
Can't put me on, I already knew it
Can't be too nice 'cause they will abuse it

[Verse 2]
Unc just blew a vein in his arm
These n*ggas diss, don't mean no harm
Glick so big it'll blow of your arm
Can't call on 12, can't call on your mom
I'm not Job, I don't own no farm
Trap look like used dealership for cars
Strapped the f*ck up, I'm not using my paws
Chain you up and starve you like a dog
Calm the f*ck down, all that hype sh*t
Pipe down 'fore I put the pipe to your grill
Calm down 'fore your ass get killed
Cookies smell like orange peel
Unc got high eating orange pills
Four in the morning, booted as f*ck
Got bored, slid through the opp hood, shot it up
Go to the side the front boarded up
[Chorus] x2
Back biting ass n*gga, he know he ain't good
Don't like to talk about lick, I just do it
Girly ass n*gga, they know what they doing
Moving like b*tches they ahh-ing, they ooh-ing
Glick hit his head, leave a b*tch oozing
Fresh as the f*ck, the hoes they choosing
Think he a gangster but it's an illusion
Don't test me baby you know imma do it
Over the limit, you know imma do it
Act the f*ck up, you know imma do it
Up that glick n*gga stop what you doing
b*tch moving funny, she know what she doing
Get fresh as a f*ck, you know imma do it
Back the f*ck up, you don't know what you doing
Can't put me on, I already knew it
Can't be too nice 'cause they will abuse it