Parlay Songtext
von Cochise

(Yo, Cochise, a weh dem a seh?)
I′m sippin', let my parlay hit
I′m sippin', let my parlay hit
I'm geeked, just let the molly hit
I told you that I′m the hottest shit
My pockets hit both
My pockets built like (Ah)
My pockets built like (Ha)
I-I done chopped the roof off the coupe (Yeah, yeah), I′m tweakin'
I-I done chopped the roof off the coupe (Yeah, yeah), I′m tweakin'
I ain′t go to sleep all week, I'm geekin′ (Yeah, yeah)
I-I ain't go to sleep all week, I'm geekin′ (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Ayy, yes (Ha)
Ayy, yes (Ha)
Ayy, drum on SMG it look like breasts (Look like breasts, titties)
I throw a grenadе, I tell you "Catch" (Tell you "Catch", ayy)
In the kitchеn touchin′ up some meth (Some, touchin' shit)


I forgot to send my bitch a text (Over, late text)
Yellow diamond, yellow diamond neck (Ha, on my neck, ha)
Throw on plate like, throw on plates like Brett (Look like Brett, ah, ah)
I done got some green on me like Shrek (Bomboclaat, ah-ah)
Ain′t no way (Ah-ah)
He want smoke (Ah-ah)
Fuck a vape (Ah-ah)
I put dick in her stomach, Kevin Gates (Huh, huh)
I put dick in her stomach, 'til shit break (Ah, ah, ah)
I might pay for the coochie like I′m (Like I'm [?])
I might pay for the coochie like I′m (Ah, like I'm [?])
I keep pape' in the desk like a dean (Like a dean)
And-And let boy that talkin′ crazy, get the beam (Beam)
Gyal wit da bomboclaat
With Cochise
Nobody can talk to Cochise, who not gon′ dead
Real bad man, re-real bad man music this