"What It Hit Foe" lyrics
Yeah (It's a Wayne beat)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, young niggas doin' this shit
Young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Alright
I'm back in that bag, bitch, it's Coochie Man versus YN Jay, what y'all wanna do?
It's me versus myself, who y— what we doin'?
Ayy
I'm finna roll a big-ass blunt, I need a Backwood
I know some niggas who ain't street, they just act hood
I knew you really ain't have money, you just cap good
I think you bought some Dark Stouts, this a black 'Wood
I was only thirteen stealing drank from my daddy 'cause the Act' was good
No more butts fit in the club, this a fat wood
I'm finna close the club down
I know some niggas used to hate, they show me love now
Nigga thought that he was dead, he heard the gun sound
Bitch fucked the whole team, she can run miles
I just came through, dunked on a pussy nigga like I'm Miles Bridges
Speakin' on somebody else body, you a loud witness
Ayy, coach put me out the game, but I'ma still ball
Threw a hoop, see it in the rim, it was a real ball
I ain't talk to my nigga, but I still— but I still call
Bitch suck dick and lick balls, she use real jaws
If I call my nigga, put some money— man, that's a kill call
Bitch get beat— damn
Bitch get beat down, but her pussy still tight, she got steel walls
Nigga, you ain't never paid for shit, I get bill calls
Streets— damn
Streets tried to knock me down hard, but I'm still tall
Have you ever told somebody 'bout some real shit, tryna be real, dog?
Bro hit the yeah with the ooh, it was still dog
Every time my fuckin' phone ring, I get pill calls
All these record labels call my phone, I get deal calls
If you feeling froggy, nigga, leap like a damn frog
Damn
Unc' showed me how to cook in the kitchen, I appreciate that shit
Bitch suck dick so good, appreciate that shit
Rich bitch let me fuck for free, you gon' pay that bitch
Nigga feelin' crazy, you get somethin' off your heart, nigga, say that shit
Have you ever heard of "Coochie Man"? Nigga, play that shit
Have you ever been to Coochie Land? Bitch, I made that shit
Nigga could've been Superman, he couldn't save that bitch
Why you treat that bitch like you her daddy? Tryna raise that bitch
Ayy, if you feel some type of way in your heart, you better say that shit
Bitch wanna fuck the whole team, you tryna bae that bitch
Damn
That shit don't make no sense
Freak bitch suck the whole dick, but can't take no dick
How the fuck you make it to the top? I had to wait, that's it
See myself in the SRT, I'm tryna race that bitch
Coochie Man versus YN Jay, you gotta pick your side
Scat Pack or the Maybach, you gotta pick your ride
Bitch selling pussy out your car, she tryna pimp your— damn
Alright
Bitch selling pussy out your car, she tryna pimp your ride
Ridin' with a big ass Five-seveN, finna flip your ride
Walk a mile in Coochie Man's shoes, I got the perfect size
I remember I had dirty shoes, now I wear 'em twice
Bitch say she wanna come over, you can't spend the night
Lil' bro ain't think he hit his target, told him, "Spin twice"
I had dreams performin' on big stage with the big lights
Bitch used to play me, I was broke, let me hit twice
I remember I was broke, but I'm rich now
Same hoes used to play me on my dick now
Everybody in here got a gun, this a stick house
Used to sleep in bandos, now I got a big house
I just walked in your bitch house with my dick out
Five hundred thousand in the crib, this a lick house
I'll evict somebody out they crib, get out
I got ten bitches in the living room on a big couch
Damn
Ha, yeah
That shit, yeah, that shit good like that, that shit good like that
That's how we gon' play it, man, it's the fuckin' Coochie Man
It's the fuckin' Coochie Man
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? My niggas been doin' this shit, we been—
Hey, have you ever heard of Beecher?
Yeah, yeah, that's where I'm from
Yeah
Okay
Ah
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, young niggas doin' this shit
Young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Alright
I'm back in that bag, bitch, it's Coochie Man versus YN Jay, what y'all wanna do?
It's me versus myself, who y— what we doin'?
Ayy
I'm finna roll a big-ass blunt, I need a Backwood
I know some niggas who ain't street, they just act hood
I knew you really ain't have money, you just cap good
I think you bought some Dark Stouts, this a black 'Wood
I was only thirteen stealing drank from my daddy 'cause the Act' was good
No more butts fit in the club, this a fat wood
I'm finna close the club down
I know some niggas used to hate, they show me love now
Nigga thought that he was dead, he heard the gun sound
Bitch fucked the whole team, she can run miles
I just came through, dunked on a pussy nigga like I'm Miles Bridges
Speakin' on somebody else body, you a loud witness
Ayy, coach put me out the game, but I'ma still ball
Threw a hoop, see it in the rim, it was a real ball
I ain't talk to my nigga, but I still— but I still call
Bitch suck dick and lick balls, she use real jaws
If I call my nigga, put some money— man, that's a kill call
Bitch get beat— damn
Bitch get beat down, but her pussy still tight, she got steel walls
Nigga, you ain't never paid for shit, I get bill calls
Streets— damn
Streets tried to knock me down hard, but I'm still tall
Have you ever told somebody 'bout some real shit, tryna be real, dog?
Bro hit the yeah with the ooh, it was still dog
Every time my fuckin' phone ring, I get pill calls
All these record labels call my phone, I get deal calls
If you feeling froggy, nigga, leap like a damn frog
Damn
Unc' showed me how to cook in the kitchen, I appreciate that shit
Bitch suck dick so good, appreciate that shit
Rich bitch let me fuck for free, you gon' pay that bitch
Nigga feelin' crazy, you get somethin' off your heart, nigga, say that shit
Have you ever heard of "Coochie Man"? Nigga, play that shit
Have you ever been to Coochie Land? Bitch, I made that shit
Nigga could've been Superman, he couldn't save that bitch
Why you treat that bitch like you her daddy? Tryna raise that bitch
Ayy, if you feel some type of way in your heart, you better say that shit
Bitch wanna fuck the whole team, you tryna bae that bitch
Damn
That shit don't make no sense
Freak bitch suck the whole dick, but can't take no dick
How the fuck you make it to the top? I had to wait, that's it
See myself in the SRT, I'm tryna race that bitch
Coochie Man versus YN Jay, you gotta pick your side
Scat Pack or the Maybach, you gotta pick your ride
Bitch selling pussy out your car, she tryna pimp your— damn
Alright
Bitch selling pussy out your car, she tryna pimp your ride
Ridin' with a big ass Five-seveN, finna flip your ride
Walk a mile in Coochie Man's shoes, I got the perfect size
I remember I had dirty shoes, now I wear 'em twice
Bitch say she wanna come over, you can't spend the night
Lil' bro ain't think he hit his target, told him, "Spin twice"
I had dreams performin' on big stage with the big lights
Bitch used to play me, I was broke, let me hit twice
I remember I was broke, but I'm rich now
Same hoes used to play me on my dick now
Everybody in here got a gun, this a stick house
Used to sleep in bandos, now I got a big house
I just walked in your bitch house with my dick out
Five hundred thousand in the crib, this a lick house
I'll evict somebody out they crib, get out
I got ten bitches in the living room on a big couch
Damn
Ha, yeah
That shit, yeah, that shit good like that, that shit good like that
That's how we gon' play it, man, it's the fuckin' Coochie Man
It's the fuckin' Coochie Man
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? My niggas been doin' this shit, we been—
Hey, have you ever heard of Beecher?
Yeah, yeah, that's where I'm from
Yeah
Okay
Ah
