Cochise – SUM OFF MY CHEST Lyrics

I don’t even know which way to start
So much people done broke my heart
Brand new whip, it’s push to start
Open my eyes, all I see is dark
I pray that God light my day up
I pray we always going way up
I’m talking way up
And the nigga that tried to play us, I fuck your day up
I do some shit that I can’t take back, but I don’t care
And I done helped so much damn people, but get no help
But I can’t mingle with the evil ’cause they in Hell
I push up with the racks, I make your head detached
I show up with some cheese, you show up with some rats
Buck-teeth-ass nigga, I slap the fire out you
Fuck out here, I—
Lil’ nigga getting in that Urus while I’m sippin’ liquor
I done hit her ass too hard, she squirted on the slippers
And she let me in her ass because she know I’m real, and
And she eat me by the TV like some TV dinner
Ayo, watch your mouth or rinse it out
I got this ice all on my lip, it’s like a blizzard out
I’m singin’ like I’m R. Kelly, let the wizard out
Let me get a cookie, let me eat your cookie, eat it like a cookie
I’m trapped makin’ deposits, you still trapped in that closet
I push up bumpin’ Future, you push up bumpin’ Logic
I’m sippin’ on that purple, I’m sippin’ on that [?][kazakhs][1:18]
I fell in love with her ass, she fell in love with the racks
He fell in love with the cheese, he fell a victim to rats
And the nigga that did me wrong, that’s cool, you built my character
I push up with them dogs, they Pits, not Boston Terriers
She shove that evidence in it, I might go marry her
I’m feeling it, I’m feeling it, I’m feeling okay
I’m feelin’ good, I feel so good, I’m feeling okay
And when I nut, she rub it in, it be like Olé
I feel so messy, can I talk? My bitch like, “Olé”
Yeah
Got these chips all in my pockets, Chips Ahoy
I told my brother, “Come and stop ’em,” I call up Roy
All these niggas tryna watch me, they so unemployed
I’m a big dog, they some little boys
I talk big paper, you still send invoice
How the hell you think it’s cool, you want that devil shit?
Wanting me to go to school, you so irrelevant, pfft
Yeah, woke up in the morning, woke up feelin’ fresh, damn, that’s me
How I get the money, I get the cheese, new Bentley
How I get the grits, how I get the chicks, she a real head beast
Huh, she a real head beast, heh, and she real sexy
Heh, I got ice on me, yeah, like I’m Wayne Gretzky
I told her, I done dropped the balls in her like I’m Spalding
I done turned into Jim Jones the way I’m ballin’
Yeah, I got some bad habits
Every time she lookin’ mad at me, I get them bad habits
And if she lookin’ at on me, I show them bad habits
I got this money, I just spent it, that’s a bad habit
I’m a cash addict, I’m a pussy addict, she gon’ give me, grab it
When I text her, “Come over,” that bitch get automatic
Then she let me stick her shit just like I’m droppin’ Backwoods
And I’m in the house, and I’m in her house, Cory Baxter
Do it on the bed, done attacked her, and I turn around, and I smacked her
I just cracked her, I just chopped up her carts like a tractor
Pray that God save myself from the rapture, got a ten minute wait like a black trip
And assist with the game like a raptor, I be ball on the niggas like Raptors
And they know I be ballin’ on niggas like, if you try me, gettin’ killed
I be playin’ soccer, you a nerd, you a geek, you get put in lockers
Call me Jimmy, I feel like a bullet, said she Andy, she lookin’ for Woody
I just gave it to her, nah, I shouldn’t, I’m just doin’ shit that you couldn’t
Doin’ shit that you can’t do, box out the bitch, kangaroo
Have her servin’ chickens like a cane do
Just like Cane’s do, don’t forget that sauce (Sauce)
Don’t forget that bread (Bread), don’t forget them fries (Fries, pfft)
I woke up tired, and I woke up all this money, all up on my mind
I done prayed like every day, prayed like every night
You can walk up all my mind, you know you got me tight
Any nigga that try my girl, you know that shit ain’t right (I got it)
Any nigga that talk to my girl, you know I got my pipe (I got it, I got it)
I do you— (Yeah), I do you real bad (Yeah), I do you like magenta
I do you dark as hell, them niggas ain’t Master Splinter
These niggas ain’t act like boxer, these niggas ain’t act like [?]
These niggas ain’t act like Moby, I make your brain pop
Pistol to your head, I make your brain pop
Pistol to your neck, I make your neck drop
They’re like a ’26 bussdown
Her brand new pendant, and it’s bussdown
Got my wrists up like [?], gotta touchdown
All these bitches all on my line because I’m up now
And she try to eat me, told her stop because it’s lunch now
American Deli, get a ten-piece, I need that lemon pepper (Hurry up, hurry up)
I thank Jesus Christ, I don’t need to thank no devil
I’m in the spot with the gang (Gang), she tried to tell me her name
I told ’em, “Your bitch actin’ up,” I told ’em, “Your bitch actin’ lame”
You already know a saint, already know a saint
You already know what’s good (Okay), and I already know I’m brave
And I already know what’s good, you already know what’s good
You already know what’s good, already know what’s good
If you look up to Naruto, you’s a lame nigga
Only rockin’ with them straw hats, they ain’t change, nigga
I done popped out the— shit
I done popped out the cut with a—
I done popped out the cut with a big cutter
I got paper, you know how I’m big stunting
And my dog love to smoke, he a cig hugger
Got his shit wet, coke, cheese, butter
Made a million dollars, I don’t need [?]
Inside the coupe, huh, peanut butter
Woke a hundred bucks, went to sleep a thousand
Woke up once again, then I get ten thousand
Give me about a week, have a hundred thousand
So much on my mind, how am I supposed to sleep?
How much I gotta feed? ‘Cause I need to eat
Ever since I was a teen, I ain’t miss a beat
Yeah, you got a pretty face, let me see your feet
Yeah, put ’em on my face, bae
Let me get a taste, bae, ooh, they gettin’ tasty
One star, one star, I’ma call you Lacy
They gon’ call me Pimple, you don’t wanna face me
Huh, yes, sir, push up on me, yes sir, what’s the verdict?
Yes, sir, she gon’ want me, yes, sir
I push up so exotic, I done push up to the seas, we going tropic, schyeah
We my team, we up, yeah, we makin’ pape’
In the Swiss Alps, caviar and cakes
When she see me on the ‘Gram, she like, “You the man”
When she not gon’ pull up on me, I’ma use my hands
I been beatin’ on that coochie like I’m newgen beats
Old nigga told me, “Son, you need to use your feet”
You in a wheelchair, nigga, practice what you preach
I’m in a whole ‘nother level, I’m so obsolete
And when I’m stompin’ on that devil, I put on my cleats
I slide, controllin’ all my opps and then them boys delete
I threw my momma fifty racks, she think I’m MrBeast
Sometimes I think what type of bitches fuck on MrBeast
You know how much girls that he got, I call him mister Pete
And when I wake up, I just pray and then I go and pee
And it depends, if I’m fasting, I might make a tea, hah
Then I hit the gym, then I call up Kim, she gon’ say I’m him
Just like I’m a captain, I be in the fields
She gon’ call me messy, I’ma call her nasty
She gon’ call me Freddie, I’ma call her Daphne
I open up her legs and she just got so happy
If she actin’ like a Karen, then I turn to Cathy
She gon’ ask me what I’m wearin’, I’m just wearin’ khakis
Huh, my gun State Farm
Be careful how you shoot it, my shit break arms
Be careful who you messin’ with, I bear arms
And my chain hangin’ off my neck, look like a bear arm
Careful how I’m swingin’ my neck, it might just tear somethin’
Tired of the lack of respect, I’m not gon’ spare nothin’
And these diamonds chokin’ my neck, this like a bear hug
I’m the type of nigga that your grandmomma get scared of
Hair done, bills paid, look good
Got paid this week, what’s good?
She grippin’ on my shit just like it’s wood
I’m drownin’ in that coochie like it’s mud
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
I woke up and I had to wash up on the taste
I told lil’ momma, “Come and eat me up,” okay
I told my nigga to tell [?] cook my plate
Come put that coochie on my face
I love her coochie, I ain’t gay
Like some of these niggas, but that’s okay
I ain’t judgin’ y’all niggas, I’m just not judgin’
I’m not no judge, I cannot judge y’all
I get this money like a bus stop
We get it poppin’ like a buzzball
I told this nigga, “Come and—” huh, listen
I said, “I’m at your head just like a buzzcut”
I told that nigga, “Don’t stop me, he gettin’ fucked up”
I got like something in my pocket, make you catch somethin’
And I got this all this tension build up, had to touch somethin’
Okay, I woke up fresh as hell
These niggas ridin’ on my dick, these niggas gay as hell
I brought my pistol to the glass, I’ll make you show and tell
I close my eyes and feel them titties like I’m reading Braille
Just like I’m— huh, okay
I said, “What’s poppin’? What’s poppin’? What’s good today?”
Yeah, I be ballin’ with my niggas like L.A.
Read like I’m ‘Bron, like I’m playing for the Spades
Cut your dreads off, I give you a fade
He gon’ see them barrels, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a [?]
I feel like a pharaoh, I’ma take it to the grave
Nigga talkin’ drip, but why the fuck you wearin’ J’s?
Rich nigga fucked her like I’m Ben 10
You not big ballin’, nigga, you just rentin’
I’m in the park, I’m with my niggas like I’m Benson
I told that nigga, “Please, don’t try me, we got weapons”
He think he fly, we unalive him like a Simpson
I might just shoot him out in London like I’m temptin’
I’m feelin’ so alive, I told that bitch to vibe
We ballin’, tryna date, I pull up right outside
I went through so many things this year
But I still make it back, I’m bouncin’ this year
Gave her a rack ’cause I was feeling sincere
She keep on talkin’, tell her, “Baby, show your rear”
Stop it, that’s my shit, I got it
Hundred different niggas in the lobby
Pull up, we gon’ hit ’em with a shotty (Shit, huh)
I don’t even care, catch a hommie
Said my little nigga ready for a hommie
Heard my bitch, she was gone, ooh, probably
I blow the club up, kamikaze
I’ve been doing this shit for years, for all these years
And my baby girl a freak, she told me, “Bust in the ear”
I got VVS on my neck, look like some chandeliers
Told these niggas, “I’m so black, I don’t wear Denim Tears”
Wish baby girl gon’ let me cum inside her buns
I got so much money, I just throw it out like ones
I done put my niggas on this bitch with forty guns (Schyeah)
Pockets stay on elephant [?] weigh a ton
Hold up, just like DNC, I told that boy to run (Schyeah)
I thought I trusted some of these niggas, they was lyin’ to me
I thought I trusted some of these girls, but they gon’ fry on me
They gon’ lie on me
Mentally, they probably died on me
I swear, sometimes I be at home, and I just cry, homie
Sometimes I look up in the sky, don’t wanna die lonely
I keep a sharp in the box, I had a surprise, homie
I’m in Toronto with some bitches, they a vibe, crodie
Oh, that’s your brother? I don’t care, I’m ’bout to lie, homie
She said, “My penis ultra big,” so take your time on me
I told her, “Okay, okay, okay, okay”
One night, she get up all late
I made her squirt, she was like, “No way,” I told her, “Yes way”
Like I’m a Mexican nigga, I told her, “Yes way”
I had to eat it, eat gelato on a dinner plate
And I was out in Chicago, I feel like Dwayne Wade
Wait, he was not there for that long, fuck it, feel like Loul Deng
I might run into that money just like Usain
Like my ladies with some ass, that’s a cute thing
I done picked her up and slam dunk like a hoop game
Then I kicked her out the crib, I look like Liu Kang
All jokes aside, I’m happy I’m alive
I’m happy I got God all in my life
I pray to God I find me a new wife
If I get some money, I’ma give a cut to Jesus Christ
Momma always told me, “Jesus bless you once, gon’ pay your tithes”
I’m like, “Momma, you right”
I’m like, “Momma, you right, I paid my tithes”
It’s okay if you got no money, God know what you got inside
They gon’ hate you when you down bad, they gon’ love you for your pride
Prayin’ every mornin’, I’m just thankful for these times
My new bae twenty-six, but I said, “No, she a dime”
Her lil’ boy talkin’ somethin’, I pull up just like [?]
I told, “Buddy, don’t try me, I’ll probably catch a crime”