Cooch

(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

Ain't tripping over no cooch, I'm giving bitches the boot

I tossed the brodie at ten, I threw on my alley oop

No cap, bitch, I'm the truth, no room, I'm in the coupe

Don't call a nigga a snitch, you gotta come with the proof, ay

So many Vegas nights, I got tired of it, I'm to Miami

Another song with gold, fuck a plaque, I need a Grammy

Still got all money, I touch more than niggas grannies

Threw tomatoes at you, at my show, they throwin' panties, bitch

I'm finna let it rip

I got 30 on my wrist, I'm coming with an extra clip

Everything I make a hit, lil' nigga, I don't miss

Every time these niggas beef, it always be about a bitch

Cameras in the crib, I got cameras on the whip

Hundred dollar cups, 20 bucks for a sip

Groupies on my tip, they be sending me their tits

They call me Mike Sherm, I'm the captain of the ship

I be moving like the President, the Cadillacs and shit

Local-ass rappers tryna battle me and shit

Eatin' like I'm fat, I got all type of shit

I'm tryna buy a yacht, that look like a battleship

12 hunnid a tooth, 24 for the teeth

I don't buy a ho shit, so the bitch say I'm cheap

I'm the type to lose it all and bounce back in a week

If the bitch ain't even big, then I'm going to sleep

Oh, you ain't givin' me head? Bitch, I'm going to bed

If they ain't talking 'bout blues, then I'ma leave 'em on read

Hoes throwing pussy at me, why the fuck would I beg?

Fuck nigga stole from me, could've threw 'em a band

Old bitch, still mad I was fucking her friends

All huns in the stack, ain't no 20s or tens

Old bitch, still mad I was fucking her friends

All huns in the stack, ain't no 20s or tens