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 bitch shoot like— yeah Bro put a silencer on the— pew, this bitch look like pegs Ridin' around with two old chops, this bitch look like legs Hit a nigga with a mop stick, this bitch look like dreads I be ridin' 'round with a stallion, this bitch look like Meg (Yeah) Damn, I can't rap no more (No) Bro got twenty-five to life, he can't trap no more (Fuck) 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 bitch 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 bitch chase cars Fire comin' out the back part like a race car I be takin' niggas' 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 shit, not no fake bars I just charged a nigga 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 niggas soundin' like this, but they ain't hard If you got some shit 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 bitch shakin' coochie hard, her titties knockin' New bitch went and bought some breasts, she went thittie shoppin' [Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG & YN Jay] Puff Daddy when I'm in the pussy, I'm Diddy Boppin' Which bitch I'ma fuck tonight? I got sixty options I be drivin' foreign shit 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 fuckin' anybody (Damn) It's guaranteed she goin' to hell, she got fifty bodies Pussy blew out, she can stuff a Henny bottle (Man) But I ain't gon lie, she got Fiji water Can't remember who I fucked today, think it was Keke probably I ain't talkin' bout the other Keisha, that's a different problem (Yeah) My bitch cheated and got burned, I got a different problem I had to get some shit 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 pussy now (Yeah) She just moaned real loud, she don't grab and shout Okay, the pussy on the floor, she passed it out Caught me drunk, I damn near ate the pussy out (Ugh) She got the best cut pussy, 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 fuckin' at (Yeah, like that) If the pussy got a smell, I ain't comin' back (Ah) Fuckin' in the Coochie Man position, got— ah Fuckin' 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 fuckin' flat Fuck, I should've drunk my whole cup, now it's fuckin' flat We are the hottest motherfuckers on the fuckin' map Fuck, I done fucked 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