"PARLAY" lyrics

(Yo, Cochise, a weh dem a seh?)
I'm jumpin' like my parlay hit
I'm jumpin' like my parlay hit
I'm geeked up like the molly hit
I told you that I'm the hottest shit
My pockets hippopotamus
My pockets built like colleges (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 grenade, I tell you "Catch" (Tell you "Catch", ayy)
In the kitchen 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)
Throwin' plays, I'm throwin' plays 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 Keed (Like I'm Keed)
I might pay for the coochie like I'm Keed (Ah, like I'm Keed)
I keep pape' in the desk like a dean (Like a dean)
Heard-Heard lil' buddy talkin' crazy, get the beam (Beam)

Gyal, what the bomboclaat wrong with the lil' pussyhole?
Them can't rap with Cochise
Nobody can talk to Cochise, who not gon' dead
Real bad man, re-real bad man music this