Cocky Lyrics

I'm too cocky with this bad bitch

Right up on my hip

I get grumpy when this cash flow

Slow a lil bit

I make money with my eyes closed

Nigga I'm him

Keep a TEC loaded up

I might have to blast that

I keep on countin cash

All these pussy niggas mad

My bitch got a rack

I'm not talking bout' a bag

Always dressed in black

Nigga that's just how I rock

Feel like MJ nigga I'm the King of Pop

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Popping shots

Run up on a nigga pull that trigger Then his body drop

I got a me a queen

Yeah you know

I cannot fuck with thots

I got me his addy now we chilling

Right here on his block

We got the drop

And we gone blow it up, yeah yeah

Feel like the Taliban

We gone blow it up, yeah yeah

We gone blow it up, I don't give a fuck

Fucking on this bad lil bitch

She from LA

Flew her outta state

Yeah I took her to my place

Got the good face

Then I sent her on her way

Opp niggas gone get exposed

Cause I'm like that

Caught a nigga long range

Yeah you know I snipe that

Niggas think I'm Chris Kyle

RIP the GOAT

Hall of Fame body dropper

No one coming close

Hall of Fame pistol popper

All y'all niggas toast

Hit that nigga with a chopper

Now that boy a ghost

Just like Speaker Knockers

Yeah I need a freak hoe

I be chillin in the A

Bought some clothes yesterday

See the way I walk

Call that shit the Money Bop

You hear the way I talk

Call that shit the Money Talk

Cash make a nigga switch sides

Money talks

Cash make a nigga dick ride

Money talks

Cash make a nigga sell his pride

For some bucks

Pablo catch a nigga lacking

Send them slugs

I don't really care about you

I don't give a fuck

Uzi loaded up

Best believe I got it tucked

Money on my mind

Only care about a check

I been on a grind

Can't be worried bout a bitch

Break a nigga spine

If a nigga talking shit

All these niggas lying

Man they ain't worth shit

Chillin in the studio

Made another hit

Pablo back I might take another bitch

Gun on my hip yeah I might hit a lick

Hit him close range

Yeah that shotty made him twitch

I'm too cocky with this bad bitch

Right up on my hip

I get grumpy when this cash flow

Slow a lil bit

I make money with my eyes closed

Nigga I'm him

Keep a TEC loaded up

I might have to blast that, bitch