[Intro: Cochise]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Cochise]

Rockstar shit, Lil Peep

Pull up on his block, on his street

K.K.K. on my feet

Young nigga broke, he ain't eatin' in weeks

That boy eat in the street

Right now, that boy havin' a feast

Yeah, bon appétit

Cook up, mhm, Chef Boyardee

I'm trying to blow on that bitch like a leaf

It's a new year, but I'm makin' it leap

I got the grip on the stick, like a Wii

I got the gold on my neck, on my teeth

Uh, shine, uh, I mean

Uh, get blind, uh, for weeks

Uh, for buyers, uh, for keeps

Yeah, I'm tired, uh, yeah, ain't no show, uh, yeah

In the sky, uh, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, yeah

Get that rye, uh, yeah, get that dough, uh, yeah

Leave 'em red, uh, yeah, like a Coke, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 2: Based Savage]

Poppin' percocets, she's tellin' me to stop that shit

But I can't stop that shit, perkies got me feelin' lit

All relaxed and shit, tryna blow her back and shit

But I can't love that bitch, you know I had to dump that bitch

Doublin' back just to make sure they gone

Fucked that bitch in her back and I'm breakin' her bones

Big ass gun put your ass in the ground

You are not my bitch, stop hittin' my phone

Ayy, she suck on my dick, got me hard as a stone

Psychedelics got me in the mind zone

I just want the money, just leave me alone

Stop stealin' my swag, lil' nigga, you a clone

Ayy, we came up, now niggas be hatin'

Hop out the Wraith, how a nigga be skatin'

Look at my wrist, how a nigga be bakin'

Hittin' that ho', lil' bitch, I ain't cakin'

Want work, now I got your bitch naked

Run up, get fried like some bacon

Shooter with dreads, he look like he Haitian

Based Obama, how I'm running the nation

Bitches be burnt, my niggas be turnt

Your pockets be hurt, ain't nothin' worse

Your life is a curse

I'm feelin' like Kurt, no Angle

Broke lil' niggas, fuck up your ankles

Switch up flow, I feel like Lil Uzi

Set it off, I feel like Lil' Boosie

She gave me that brain and threw me that coochie

I throw a lil' money, she shakin' her booty

I wearin' all Prada, she wearin' the Coogi

Let the Glock sing, just like it's Lucci

I gave her the [? 1:28], I'm rockin' the nudy

Zone 6 nigga, shout out Young Nudy

Zone 6 nigga, shout out Young Nudy

I've been slime so how could you fool me?

I walk in your trap like you already knew me

I work on her back on I ask for that coochie

[Verse 3: Cochise]

Wait, wait, wait, wait girl, that's my jam

Beat a nigga up, Def Jam

I be in her back, like a ram

Ballin' like Kevin Durant

I be in the club, like Sams

How that boy gettin' that money? I know that he broke

Bro get he bread like under the boat

He got the suds, I ain't talkin' 'bout soap

Yeah, we gettin' money, no float

That nigga lame

All on Twitter, he talk like he king

On the low heard he living in Maine

He the type to just walk in the rain

He said momma they ain't feelin my pain

He got somethin', lil' boy, stop the train

I am posted up, like a crane

And that shorty, she lookin' so pained

I get the drugs by the liter

I'm 'bout to blow like a creeper

I keep the blick like Anitta

You cannot see, I'm John Cena

I'm gettin' racks like Serena

Double tin, tinted wrap like Pinky

Little bit of Rain like Martina

Yeah, he gon fall like a meter'

Shorty ain’t really gotta mans uh uh

I be getting money in advance, All-Star

Nigga wanna come because of this

Pull up like a nigga runnin' with his pants

Man who dat? nigga better come get his mans

When i showed up Half of you niggas just ran

My boy got the steel and I ain't talking pan

American nigga, I'm taking your land

That boy beta just like his friend

[Outro]

Digital Based