Coochie Monster

Heard you're on every wall fishing for votes

So i brought you this fishnet and gon fill it with Quotes

3 bars and still a longway, dick longer, mind checking this hose?

A Nile alligator in a cage, damage need a fund me page, allegations says Atta the cause

Playing with you like a voodoo doll, no talk and you can't Walkman, the 4 buttons say play ain't no pause

 

Paper full of craters, a ballpen dats more of a meteorite

Looking for trouble, caught him in the rhye, started a fight

Dog talking shit, asking to be euthanized

Delivery landed safely, better not unbuckle, no doors and weakling you got no might

 

I don't let my left hand know what the right doing,

Shoutout to OG Boobie

Better know what your bitch is doing, actin out pocket, think outside your booty!, mufucker she my groupie

On my dick, a glokknine yet she called it lil Uzi, triggered her pussy, had to shoot it

Soda for the baking, pussies for the taking, a harem in a crib we looted

Getting rich since 05, An Evil Genius, brain's a OG, your brain cells are rooted

 

A coochie monster found a fortune in bills

Extortin opps for bars, a brain surgeon upping they skills

Your favorite rapper popping pills, ha don't he?,

Fighting wind mills, ha donkey

Sign a contract with your blood, with no auditions and no reels

Virgin brains, intact membranes, it's time to break the seals

 

Where i go from here, hands on the wheel, he tied in the rear

Staring at pyrex eyes, stirring shit up, whip got no gearbox it's a box full of fear

Spinnin da wheel of fortune, his lucky day, said his favorite rapper is lil peep

Keeping his bloodstains on the seat, sending the rest in a bodybag to his peers

 

Venomous full of toxic genes, shot her club up, no kiss if it wasn't for Gene

She's not my lover, she just a girl.. Just call her Billie Jean

Tryna make a right, goin back to the roots, wandering like Springsteen

Disturbing the peace, starting a riot, pullin up with SidA and the fiends, like what you think of dat?

 

Praying 5 times a day, we call it Salat, a lord and i put my right hand to Allah

Light skinned but still reppin Africa from Cairo to Kempala back to Ghana

Got me a ride or die, and we royal like Dodi and Diana

My people in Guantanamo, nothin to hide, Frank and my daughter is Anna