"Great Beat" lyrics
Bitch
It's the Coochie Man
Come on, bitch, ayy
Hold on, bitch, I can't think (Hmm)
Hold on, bitch, I can't speak (Nah)
Bitch, I feel like Tyrese Gibson, I was waist deep (Yeah)
Throw some lips on the micro and let the Drac' speak (Let it talk to me)
Hmm, huh, I know they hate me
It's the same nigga that made Sneaky Beat, this a great beat
I ain't fuck your mama, but I feel in love with your auntie
Bitch, I made this shit out of nothin', you can't make me (Out of nothin')
Bitch, this weed came in all buds, you can't shake me (Buds)
Gotta lock and sharp-ass blade, you can't shank me (I'll kill your ass)
She must've thought I was glass pint of red, she tried to break me
This nigga lyin' sayin' he bought some 'bows from me, you came to me (Can't believe you lyin')
Can't believe dog thought we was gonna finna do a feature, you ain't paid me (Oh, you thought we was?)
I thank God because he saved me, ayy (Help me up)
And I thank dukes and pops because they raised me ('preciate you)
Bitch, I'm unemployed, but DistroKid paid me
I can't believe this bitch tried to give me head like some Dre Beats (Hmm)
Tryna listen to what you sayin' like some headphones (Tryna listen)
High, I just walked in the crib, seen my bed gone
They said, "Jay, you must've cut your dreads because your dreads gone" (That shit crazy)
They asked me why I cut my dreads because I ain't want my dreads long (Had to cut 'em)
I told bro he probably lost his top 'cause his head gone
They hit- they, pop, pop, boaw, headshot to his head
Damn, this nigga head blown
Tried to knock the legs off the mattress, but the bed strong
Oh, I remember you from back then, that nigga ran home (I remember you)
I know you goin' through some shit, you playin' sad songs
They keep talkin' 'bout he fell off because his bag gone
He thought his bitch played basketball, she got passed on
I like thick bitches, I need cushion just to grab on
I'm in the boxing ring throwing punches, get my jab on
I know a bitch so bad, legs skinny, look like crab- damn (She bad)
Haha, look like crab bones
I know this thick booty bitch name Keisha just to smash on
Somebody must've paid for the ticket 'cause the tab gone (Somebody paid)
I can't hit this bitch from the side, she got bad bones
I did twenty-three bars on the beat, that was a fast song (Damn)
Like Jordan addition
This a sneaky beat
Ayy, this a creepy beat
It's the Coochie Man
Come on, bitch, ayy
Hold on, bitch, I can't think (Hmm)
Hold on, bitch, I can't speak (Nah)
Bitch, I feel like Tyrese Gibson, I was waist deep (Yeah)
Throw some lips on the micro and let the Drac' speak (Let it talk to me)
Hmm, huh, I know they hate me
It's the same nigga that made Sneaky Beat, this a great beat
I ain't fuck your mama, but I feel in love with your auntie
Bitch, I made this shit out of nothin', you can't make me (Out of nothin')
Bitch, this weed came in all buds, you can't shake me (Buds)
Gotta lock and sharp-ass blade, you can't shank me (I'll kill your ass)
She must've thought I was glass pint of red, she tried to break me
This nigga lyin' sayin' he bought some 'bows from me, you came to me (Can't believe you lyin')
Can't believe dog thought we was gonna finna do a feature, you ain't paid me (Oh, you thought we was?)
I thank God because he saved me, ayy (Help me up)
And I thank dukes and pops because they raised me ('preciate you)
Bitch, I'm unemployed, but DistroKid paid me
I can't believe this bitch tried to give me head like some Dre Beats (Hmm)
Tryna listen to what you sayin' like some headphones (Tryna listen)
High, I just walked in the crib, seen my bed gone
They said, "Jay, you must've cut your dreads because your dreads gone" (That shit crazy)
They asked me why I cut my dreads because I ain't want my dreads long (Had to cut 'em)
I told bro he probably lost his top 'cause his head gone
They hit- they, pop, pop, boaw, headshot to his head
Damn, this nigga head blown
Tried to knock the legs off the mattress, but the bed strong
Oh, I remember you from back then, that nigga ran home (I remember you)
I know you goin' through some shit, you playin' sad songs
They keep talkin' 'bout he fell off because his bag gone
He thought his bitch played basketball, she got passed on
I like thick bitches, I need cushion just to grab on
I'm in the boxing ring throwing punches, get my jab on
I know a bitch so bad, legs skinny, look like crab- damn (She bad)
Haha, look like crab bones
I know this thick booty bitch name Keisha just to smash on
Somebody must've paid for the ticket 'cause the tab gone (Somebody paid)
I can't hit this bitch from the side, she got bad bones
I did twenty-three bars on the beat, that was a fast song (Damn)
Like Jordan addition
This a sneaky beat
Ayy, this a creepy beat
