Knicks Cochise
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[Intro]
(Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, okay, uh (Carlos is here)
Uh, uh, uh, okay
Uh, yeah, uh, okay, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah), uh, okay
[Verse 1]
I can be a bucket for the Knicks
I know a couple Bloods, but I know a lot of Crips
Want VVS on my necklace, but the ocean make me sick (Sick)
Got Puma on my body, got me feelin' like I'm Nip (Nip)
I got it, don't trip, huh, I can't be no simp, uh (I can't be no simp)
Can't even bother takin' shawty on a trip (I'm on a trip, ayy)
These niggas envy you and then they ask for tips
God wit' me (Ayy), so I do not worry, keep a grip (I keep that grip, ayy)
(Hit it)
[Chorus]
UPS, I'ma pack 'em up ('Em up)
Take 'em to the truck (The truck), that boy out of luck (Of luck)
I might leave 'em stuck (Huh?), wet that nigga up (Huh?)
Heard he got the Runtz (Huh?), we gon' stick him up (Huh?), yeah
I'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah, like a tux (Oh, yeah), yeah (Tux)
Feelin' like I'm Guts (Oh, yeah), tell that boy, "What's up?" Yeah (Oh, huh?)
Tell that boy, like hold up (Hold up), cold like Minnesota ('Sota)
Bend her back like folders (Like folders), in her mouth like molars (Like molars), yeah
(Hit it)
(Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, okay, uh (Carlos is here)
Uh, uh, uh, okay
Uh, yeah, uh, okay, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah), uh, okay
[Verse 1]
I can be a bucket for the Knicks
I know a couple Bloods, but I know a lot of Crips
Want VVS on my necklace, but the ocean make me sick (Sick)
Got Puma on my body, got me feelin' like I'm Nip (Nip)
I got it, don't trip, huh, I can't be no simp, uh (I can't be no simp)
Can't even bother takin' shawty on a trip (I'm on a trip, ayy)
These niggas envy you and then they ask for tips
God wit' me (Ayy), so I do not worry, keep a grip (I keep that grip, ayy)
(Hit it)
[Chorus]
UPS, I'ma pack 'em up ('Em up)
Take 'em to the truck (The truck), that boy out of luck (Of luck)
I might leave 'em stuck (Huh?), wet that nigga up (Huh?)
Heard he got the Runtz (Huh?), we gon' stick him up (Huh?), yeah
I'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah, like a tux (Oh, yeah), yeah (Tux)
Feelin' like I'm Guts (Oh, yeah), tell that boy, "What's up?" Yeah (Oh, huh?)
Tell that boy, like hold up (Hold up), cold like Minnesota ('Sota)
Bend her back like folders (Like folders), in her mouth like molars (Like molars), yeah
(Hit it)
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