Coochie Loose lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Enrgy made this one)
Enrgy, man, why you do that, man?
Ooh

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Bro put a silencer on the— pew, this b*tch shoot like— yeah
Bro put a silencer on the— pew, this b*tch look like pegs
Ridin' around with two old chops, this b*tch look like legs
Hit a n*gga with a mop stick, this b*tch look like dreads
I be ridin' 'round with a stallion, this b*tch look like Meg (Yeah)
Damn, I can't rap no more (No)
Bro got twenty-five to life, he can't trap no more (f*ck)
I done filled my book bag up, I can't stack no more (Yeah)
Lil' bro got caught on the camera, he can't jack no more (Damn)

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG & YN Jay]
Sippin' purple Wockhardt, ain't no Act' no more (No)
I just bought a Gen5 Glock, I can't scrap no more (Yeah)
Nevеrmind, the police took my gun, I ain't strapped no morе
I know my old b*tch hittin' blow, she ain't fat no more
I be showin' my ass, like, literally, I have my pants down
Who all wanna get killed? Alright, put your hands down
It's hot around my hood, so it be hard to put the fan down
I probably look broke, but it's a couple hundred bands around (Yeah)
Super charger on an AR, this b*tch chase cars
Fire comin' out the back part like a race car
I be takin' n*ggas' hoes inside the bar, I don't take bars
I'm finna kill a lot of people, I just pressed up fake bars (Alright)
I be sayin' real sh*t, not no fake bars
I just charged a n*gga thirty-three hundred for eight bars (Man, ooh, okay)
[Verse 3: Louie Ray & YN Jay]
I just put it on the table like I play cards (Damn)
Okay, I'm playin' with some paper, I don't play hard (Yeah)
A lot of n*ggas soundin' like this, but they ain't hard
If you got some sh*t to say about us, tell 'em they charge
Fans in the crowd yellin' crazy like dogs barking (Ah)
It's hard to find love cause I'm cold hearted
I don't use a key no more, I'm remote startin' (Yeah)
Got her off top, think it's us, see a ghost parking (For sure)
I'm so lit right now, I'm havin' sex broad day
The Coochie song to us was like Mike Epps in Friday

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Bro put a silencer on the— ah
Bro put a silencer on it, it sound like bottles poppin'
Hit you 'cross the head with champagne, sound like bottles droppin'
I just pulled up in a Hellcat, sound like rockets launchin'
You tryna guess what I made, you be pocket watchin'
This b*tch shakin' coochie hard, her titties knockin'
New b*tch went and bought some breasts, she went thittie shoppin'

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG & YN Jay]
Puff Daddy when I'm in the pus*y, I'm Diddy Boppin'
Which b*tch I'ma f*ck tonight? I got sixty options
I be drivin' foreign sh*t through the hood, you have hemi problems
See [?][1:56] lookin' off, he miss Remy probably
I need to hit the clinic probably, man, I been f*ckin' anybody (Damn)
It's guaranteed she goin' to hell, she got fifty bodies
pus*y blew out, she can stuff a Henny bottle (Man)
But I ain't gon lie, she got Fiji water
Can't remember who I f*cked today, think it was Keke probably
I ain't talkin' bout the other Keisha, that's a different problem (Yeah)
My b*tch cheated and got burned, I got a different problem
I had to get some sh*t aborted, finna kill somebody
I be with real kidnappers, we'll steal somebody
I don't know how much money I spent, a million probably
[Verse 6: Louie Ray & YN Jay]
Okay, if coochie gettin' old, it's a pus*y now (Yeah)
She just moaned real loud, she don't grab and shout
Okay, the pus*y on the floor, she passed it out
Caught me drunk, I damn near ate the pus*y out (Ugh)
She got the best cut pus*y, filet mignon (Yeah)
These hoes love me clean down to the flesh and bone
She can make that ass shake, do a thunderclap
Shh, before they hear where we f*ckin' at (Yeah, like that)
If the pus*y got a smell, I ain't comin' back (Ah)
f*ckin' in the Coochie Man position, got— ah
f*ckin' in the Coochie Man position, burnin' belly fat
I'm finna pull up on you right where you get ready at

[Verse 7: YN Jay & Louie Ray]
Coochie slapped the ass, it ain't shake, it was f*ckin' flat
f*ck, I should've drunk my whole cup, now it's f*ckin' flat
We are the hottest motherf*ckers on the f*ckin' map
f*ck, I done f*cked up the pape', gotta get it back
Damn, I would've wished you closed your eyes, why you witness that? (Damn)
I was high as hell for ten hours, I was sippin' Act'
Hot as hell, ridin' through the city with a hundred racks
Can't believe I made a hundred thousand off of mumble rap
Can't believe we made it through the struggle, can't stumble back

[Outro: Louie Ray]
Not at all
Ha