[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Woke up, got fresh as hell
What I'ma do today? Ride around with sticks, wondering who I'm gon shoot today
Fuck a nigga bitch and do my thing [?] way
Like where I shoot today? Pretty bitch might get the boot today
Flying with the top down, all I see is palm trees
Rips on my Amiri jeans, [?] ain't got these
I've been in the stu all month, tryna make a hit
We just put an opp in the blunt, to see how hard he'd hit
Whip pull up to a nigga block, on some retarded shit
Stand back and shoot his lights out, James Hardin shit
I was told to never fold, no matter how hard it get
I told my niggas if they stay down, we can all get rich
I know the Coochie Man, he pulled up in a [?] van
Air BNB full of hoes, we let the groupies in
Ten niggas with mе got they poles, I got the shootеrs in
Tell the bitch I only pop percs, we don't do the xans
Beat a bitch down from the back, make her move her hands
[?] while the camera on me, I'm the movie man
Left my kids all over her tongue, I'm the smoothy man
Bust a nut and [?] I'm a [?] man
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Even though I keep it street, I'm the Coochie Man
Making sales outside my new crib, while I'm moving in
I'm the nigga that [?] talking 'bout
I'm the nigga that's bragging on the features, just now tuning in
Anybody ever seen my shit, wanna view again
Walking [?] [?] oh, it's you again
Walking out the Gucci store, handshake, say come again
Niggas know that they ain't fucking alright
Niggas know that they ain't fucking with me now, [?]
I think these niggas fucked up, I'm judging them
[?] tripple when I got my strap too, like [?]
I be tryna make [?]
[?] see me getting rich, you ducking them
You'll probably never see me fucked up, I ain't dumb enough
It's a relief to not have to run the streets, I done done enough
Woke up, got fresh as hell
What I'ma do today? Ride around with sticks, wondering who I'm gon shoot today
Fuck a nigga bitch and do my thing [?] way
Like where I shoot today? Pretty bitch might get the boot today
Flying with the top down, all I see is palm trees
Rips on my Amiri jeans, [?] ain't got these
I've been in the stu all month, tryna make a hit
We just put an opp in the blunt, to see how hard he'd hit
Whip pull up to a nigga block, on some retarded shit
Stand back and shoot his lights out, James Hardin shit
I was told to never fold, no matter how hard it get
I told my niggas if they stay down, we can all get rich
I know the Coochie Man, he pulled up in a [?] van
Air BNB full of hoes, we let the groupies in
Ten niggas with mе got they poles, I got the shootеrs in
Tell the bitch I only pop percs, we don't do the xans
Beat a bitch down from the back, make her move her hands
[?] while the camera on me, I'm the movie man
Left my kids all over her tongue, I'm the smoothy man
Bust a nut and [?] I'm a [?] man
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Even though I keep it street, I'm the Coochie Man
Making sales outside my new crib, while I'm moving in
I'm the nigga that [?] talking 'bout
I'm the nigga that's bragging on the features, just now tuning in
Anybody ever seen my shit, wanna view again
Walking [?] [?] oh, it's you again
Walking out the Gucci store, handshake, say come again
Niggas know that they ain't fucking alright
Niggas know that they ain't fucking with me now, [?]
I think these niggas fucked up, I'm judging them
[?] tripple when I got my strap too, like [?]
I be tryna make [?]
[?] see me getting rich, you ducking them
You'll probably never see me fucked up, I ain't dumb enough
It's a relief to not have to run the streets, I done done enough
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