"COCOKOMA" lyrics
(feat. shlumpy)
Rat bitch, get back, I'm a treble on her back
Is it this smell stashed? Ho, just relax
You still get dick, let me stick it in your ass
I'm off cocaine, I'ma have a heart attack
Ball drop and clip, chrome aim, click-clack
Come suck on my dick, got a handful of ass
Only cares about bands, everybody else facts
Made a sacrifice and then work out cash
Make a bitch cry, don't fuck, she gag
And we lay spliffs, this vet die fast
Cross my wrist and I'm rich like that
Bodies get burned and it smell real bad
I'm off 10th Street with the seats in the back
And your mom real fine, heard she likes my raps
It's no dips if my car gets crashed
Distract this bitch, ho, don't talk back
Hundred bands in my nose, swear to God, that's facts
Run up on the plug, swipe the whole damn pack
Ice cream my face, but my name so trash
Can't wait for death so I can see my back
Ride me to Hell, oh no, too sad
Oh no, too bad, oh no, I lack
'Cause the ice I hit make me think I'm fat
Sprayin' into the wall, see the shadows on my ass
Run up, get murked, eat dirt
Fantasize my death come
See parts, blink first
Takin' life with my knife, put your teeth on the curb
'Cause you're bored, I get shot, I get murked, I get turned
Mix a couple of the pills with some—
Then emerge, I've been cursed
Since a youngin', been assured what's the cause of my death
I've been woke up from before, breakin' out of the death
Life's long and my body wants pain in the ass
So ride with the wave, every second I'm past
Every day's a new day, I'm reliving the last breath
Is it this smell stashed? Ho, just relax
You still get dick, let me stick it in your ass
I'm off cocaine, I'ma have a heart attack
Ball drop and clip, chrome aim, click-clack
Come suck on my dick, got a handful of ass
Only cares about bands, everybody else facts
Made a sacrifice and then work out cash
Make a bitch cry, don't fuck, she gag
And we lay spliffs, this vet die fast
Cross my wrist and I'm rich like that
Bodies get burned and it smell real bad
I'm off 10th Street with the seats in the back
And your mom real fine, heard she likes my raps
It's no dips if my car gets crashed
Distract this bitch, ho, don't talk back
Hundred bands in my nose, swear to God, that's facts
Run up on the plug, swipe the whole damn pack
Ice cream my face, but my name so trash
Can't wait for death so I can see my back
Ride me to Hell, oh no, too sad
Oh no, too bad, oh no, I lack
'Cause the ice I hit make me think I'm fat
Sprayin' into the wall, see the shadows on my ass
Run up, get murked, eat dirt
Fantasize my death come
See parts, blink first
Takin' life with my knife, put your teeth on the curb
'Cause you're bored, I get shot, I get murked, I get turned
Mix a couple of the pills with some—
Then emerge, I've been cursed
Since a youngin', been assured what's the cause of my death
I've been woke up from before, breakin' out of the death
Life's long and my body wants pain in the ass
So ride with the wave, every second I'm past
Every day's a new day, I'm reliving the last breath
