"Cooch" lyrics

(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

Ain't tripping over no cooch, I'm giving bitches the boot
I tossed the brodie at ten, I threw on my alley oop
No cap, bitch, I'm the truth, no room, I'm in the coupe
Don't call a nigga a snitch, you gotta come with the proof, ayy
So many Vegas nights, I got tired of it, I'm to Miami
Another song with gold, fuck a plaque, I need a Grammy
Still got all money, I touch more than niggas grannies
Threw tomatoes at you, at my show, they throwin' panties, bitch
I'm finna let it rip
I got 30 on my wrist, I'm coming with an extra clip
Everything I make a hit, lil' nigga I don't miss
Every time these niggas beef, it always be about a bitch
Cameras in the crib, I got cameras on the whip
Hundred dollar cups, 20 bucks for a sip
Groupies on my tip, they be sending me their tits
They call me Mike Sherm, I'm the captain of the ship
I be moving like the President and a Cadillac, and shit
Local-ass rappers tryna battle me and shit
Eatin' like I'm fat, I got all type of shit
I'm tryna buy a yacht, that look like a battleship
Twelve hunnid a tooth, twenty-four for the teeth
I don't buy her shit, so the bitch say I'm cheap
I'm the type to lose it all and bounce back in a week
If the bitch ain't even big, then I'm going to sleep
Oh, you ain't give me hand? Bitch, I'm going to bed
If they ain't talking 'bout blues, then I'ma leave um on read
Hoes throwing pussy at me, why the fuck would I beg?
Fuck nigga stole from me, could've threw 'em a band
Old bitch still mad, I was fucking her friends
All huns in the stack, ain't no twenties or tens
Old bitch still mad, I was fucking her friends
All huns in the stack, ain't no twenties or tens