OT Genasis - CoCo (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Ft. Meek Mill & Jeezy

(Intro)

Tak called me on the jail phone, he told me

Tell them niggas, remember this lack of mercy when my dawg get home

I said, Tak we was neva on these niggas sides

It's the Chasers

(Verse: Meek Mill)

1000 dolla jeans wit a hundred mo' stacks in em

Erry nigga on this jet wit me, I done went to war fo' em

I used to trap wit 'em

I got real Hollywood bitches fucking wit a trap nigga

& we ain't fucking wit ya rat niggas

Heard they talking on Twitter we just at niggas

Back where the Sun neva shines

They let Meek Milly back home just in time

Look at their faces, now I got the paper

Now they don't remember when I had to grind

She fell in luv wit the CoCo

She got on Chanel & Manolo & we out Dubai at the boat show

Rolling dice on the yacht, screaming, yolo

It's my lituation like Loso & my situation an off shore

& I give her head like she Ocho Cinco

Dragging my mink like I'm loco, ya mad at me, but she chose tho

How ya get mad 'bout my old hoe? 2015, I do rose gold

Cuz I'm in the field just like Rose but selling them Os tho

(Pre-Hook)

(What ya done it wit?)

Baking soda, I got baking soda

(Who ya running wit?)

It's the Chasers & we're taking ova

(How ya spitting that shit?)

Whip it thru' the glass, nigga

Buy a hundred bottles & put 'em on my tab, nigga

(Hook)

I'm in luv wit the coco

I'm in luv wit the coco

I got it fo' the low, low

I'm in luv wit the coco

(Verse 2: OT Genasis)

Riding thru' the city wit a check on me

Riding thru' the hood wit a TEC on me

28 make it double, I ain't eva try to cuddle

So explain why these muthafuckas slept on me

8 ball 'til I reach me a kilo

Made enough then I went to see Rico

Paid in full, if ya acting like Rico

I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco

Hundred round clip in the muthafucking TEC

Catch a hot nine, seven when his ass wanna flex

High school, got off on a nigga wit the whopper

Twelve kay fo' my pistol in a fucking dishwasher

One hit wonder, yeah that's a fact

Hit his ass till the police wonder where I'm at

Made so much $ off this goddamn song

Still get in yo ass like a goddamn thong

Coco Puffs, yeah that's fo' the kids

Stop tryna act like ya don't know what it is

Baking soda ain't cut me no check

If they don't, I'ma show them muthafuckas what an arm & hammer is

Errybody know I'm in luv wit the coke

My ex bitch took a young nigga fo' a joke

If a nigga got a problem then he gon' get smoked

I'ma squeeze & I'm out like I parked too close

(Pre-Hook)

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Jeezy)

I say I run my town like Puffy, bitch

Units in the duffel

They like, why the fuck he neva got indicted?

I guess I'm lucky, bitch

I ain't playing 'bout this nine

I will shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne

Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo

Duct tape triple black, that's that ocho

What if I told ya bicycle wit a logo

& got 'em in the air bag of the Volvo

Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus

& if that shit weighing up then that's that Bruce Bruce

& if them tires losing pressure, that's that low pro

If that's the case, ya got to whip it slow mo

(Pre-Hook)

I got yellow boxes errywhere

This is Arm & Hammer errywhere

Dropped a nine, got a half, nigga

We gon' need sum' bigger bags, nigga

(Hook)