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Cochise – Knicks Lyrics

Knicks Lyrics – Cochise

Now, I got y’all fools this time, hit it
Uh, uh, uh, yeah (Carlos is in here)
Uh, uh, uh, okay
Uh, yeah, uh, okay, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, okay

I can be a bucket for the Knick’s
I know couple Bloods, but I know a lot of Crips
Want VVS my necklace, but the ocean make me sick (Sick)
Got Puma on my body, got me feelin’ like I’m Nip (Nip)
I got it, don’t trip, I can’t be no simp (Can’t be no simp)
Can’t even bother, take your shorty on a trip (On a trip, ayy)
These niggas envy you and then they ask for tips
God with me so I do not worry, keep a grip (I keep that grip)
(Hit it)

VVS, I might pack him up (‘Em up)
Take ’em to the truck (The truck), that boy out of luck (Of luck)
I might leave ’em stuck (Huh?), wet that nigga up (Huh?)
Heard he got the runtz (Huh?), we gon’ stick him up (Huh?), yeah
I might keep it tucked, uh yeah, like a tux, yeah (Tux)
Feelin’ like I’m Guts, tell that boy “What’s up?,” yeah
Tell that boy like hold up, cold like Minnesota
[?] in her mouth like molars (Hit it)

I can be the center for the Heat
And when it hit the summer time, I might just get the Jeep
I hit them with the step back, when I play I’m too elite (I’m too elite)
I’m steppin’ on they necks, they gettin’ mad because it screeched, uh (Oh yeah, because it screeched)
I was like “What’s up?,” yeah
Heard that he been next up, I know he gettin’ pressed up
Talkin’ tough online, but man, they really have his chest up
619, swingin’ off the rope and caught his neck up
He was blind, hit it with some [?] (Hit it)

VVS, I might pack him up (‘Em up)
Take ’em to the truck (The truck), that boy out of luck (Of luck)
I might leave ’em stuck (Huh?), wet that nigga up (Huh?)
Heard he got the runtz (Huh?), we gon’ stick him up (Huh?), yeah
I might keep it tucked, uh yeah, like a tux, yeah (Tux)
Feelin’ like I’m Guts, tell that boy “What’s up?,” yeah
Tell that boy like hold up, cold like Minnesota
[?] in her mouth like molars (Hit it)

I got the racks, I put them in packs, I make it a double, yeah
I’m in the back, your bitch in the back, I’m makin’ it crumble, yeah
My money is comin’ and it’s so abundant, they bustin’ like bubble, yeah
My niggas, they comin’ [?] rumble, yeah
[?] still got that rumble [?], yeah
Just like WWE, I’m ready to rumble, uh, yeah
Royal rumble, I make them, uh, I make them tumble, uh, yeah
Run it up, uh, [?] they help me rumble, uh, yeah (Hit it)