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[Intro: Cochise]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Cochise]
Rockstar sh*t, Lil Peep
Pull up on his block, on his street
K.K.K. on my feet
Young n*gga broke, he ain't eatin' in weeks
That boy eat in the street
Right now, that boy havin' a feast
Yeah, bon appétit
Cook up, mhm, Chef Boyardee
I'm trying to blow on that b*tch like a leaf
It's a new year, but I'm makin' it leap
I got the grip on the stick, like a Wii
I got the gold on my neck, on my teeth
Uh, shine, uh, I mean
Uh, get blind, uh, for weeks
Uh, for buyers, uh, for keeps
Yeah, I'm tired, uh, yeah, ain't no show, uh, yeah
In the sky, uh, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, yeah
Get that rye, uh, yeah, get that dough, uh, yeah
Leave 'em red, uh, yeah, like a Coke, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 2: Based Savage]
Poppin' percocets, she's tellin' me to stop that sh*t
But I can't stop that sh*t, perkies got me feelin' lit
All relaxed and sh*t, tryna blow her back and sh*t
But I can't love that b*tch, you know I had to dump that b*tch
Doublin' back just to make sure they gone
f*cked that b*tch in her back and I'm breakin' her bones
Big ass gun put your ass in the ground
You are not my b*tch, stop hittin' my phone
Ayy, she suck on my di*k, got me hard as a stone
Psychedelics got me in the mind zone
I just want the money, just leave me alone
Stop stealin' my swag, lil' n*gga, you a clone
Ayy, we came up, now n*ggas be hatin'
Hop out the Wraith, how a n*gga be skatin'
Look at my wrist, how a n*gga be bakin'
Hittin' that ho', lil' b*tch, I ain't cakin'
Want work, now I got your b*tch naked
Run up, get fried like some bacon
Shooter with dreads, he look like he Haitian
Based Obama, how I'm running the nation
b*tches be burnt, my n*ggas be turnt
Your pockets be hurt, ain't nothin' worse
Your life is a curse
I'm feelin' like Kurt, no Angle
Broke lil' n*ggas, f*ck up your ankles
Switch up flow, I feel like Lil Uzi
Set it off, I feel like Lil' Boosie
She gave me that brain and threw me that coochie
I throw a lil' money, she shakin' her booty
I wearin' all Prada, she wearin' the Coogi
Let the Glock sing, just like it's Lucci
I gave her the [? 1:28], I'm rockin' the nudy
Zone 6 n*gga, shout out Young Nudy
Zone 6 n*gga, shout out Young Nudy
I've been slime so how could you fool me?
I walk in your trap like you already knew me
I work on her back on I ask for that coochie
[Verse 3: Cochise]
Wait, wait, wait, wait girl, that's my jam
Beat a n*gga up, Def Jam
I be in her back, like a ram
Ballin' like Kevin Durant
I be in the club, like Sams
How that boy gettin' that money? I know that he broke
Bro get he bread like under the boat
He got the suds, I ain't talkin' 'bout soap
Yeah, we gettin' money, no float
That n*gga lame
All on Twitter, he talk like he king
On the low heard he living in Maine
He the type to just walk in the rain
He said momma they ain't feelin my pain
He got somethin', lil' boy, stop the train
I am posted up, like a crane
And that shorty, she lookin' so pained
I get the drugs by the liter
I'm 'bout to blow like a creeper
I keep the blick like Anitta
You cannot see, I'm John Cena
I'm gettin' racks like Serena
Double tin, tinted wrap like Pinky
Little bit of Rain like Martina
Yeah, he gon fall like a meter'
Shorty ain’t really gotta mans uh uh
I be getting money in advance, All-Star
n*gga wanna come because of this
Pull up like a n*gga runnin' with his pants
Man who dat? n*gga better come get his mans
When i showed up Half of you n*ggas just ran
My boy got the steel and I ain't talking pan
American n*gga, I'm taking your land
That boy beta just like his friend
[Outro]
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