Fucc Cuh (feat. 03 Greedo)

That -, oh
(Arjay on the beat)

I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue
Anybody KKK
My plug my shooter too

Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "- cuh"
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "- cuh"
Pull a trick out from across the tracks
Got my hottie screamin' out, "- love"

Love
Screamin' out, "- love"
Love
Got my hottie screamin' out, "- love"
Cuh
She be feelin' like-
Love, cuh
Love

Throwin' up G's, she throwin' up B's
Some - bang C's, some - bang P's
Some - bang fruits, some - bang trees
I'm hangin' like grapes just to hit a Georgia peach, ay, ay

I, I, I, I'm like Hoover, six-oh, six-nine
I do my time, when I do my grind
Got her feelin' like "- that -"
Little hottie gon' bust that trigger

I, I, ay, ay, yeah
I make her squirt, make her spray, yeah-yeah
I'm in the turf where she lay
I'm out here makin' these plays

I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue
Anybody KKK
My plug my shooter too

Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "- cuh"
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "- cuh"
Pull a trick out from across the tracks
Got my hottie screamin' out, "- love"

Love
Screamin' out, "- love"
Love
Got my hottie screamin' out, "- love" (it's me Greedo)
Cuh
She be feelin' like "- that -"

Put my lil' in some red bottoms (red bottoms)
Free all of my 'cause the feds got 'em (feds got 'em)
I don't know, I don't know who shot 'em (who?)
I don't know, I don't know who shot 'em (I don't know)

She a Blood but she with them cousins (cuh)
I don't bang, but she wanna come and-
Got a Backwood and you know it's stuffed (ay)
Got a Backwood blunt and it's stuffed

I want all the dough, all the crust (crust)
Give me all the dope 'fore I bust (bah)
You wasn't with me when I had to take the bus (uh)
So you not comin' with now that I'm up (whoo)
Free my - Greedo out them cuffs
Free my brodie Drakeo, that's a must (my-)
I think I need a band-aid, I'm too cut
I think I need a bandana, I'm too cut

Ah, ah (Arjay on the beat), I-I-I
I'm like Hoover, six-oh, six-nine
I do my time, when I do my grind
Got her feelin' like "- that -"
Little hottie gon' bust that trigger, ay
Yeah

Yeah, we started OTX
Like, OTX, it's pretty much like a family now
Long live my - Josh, we love you
Joshy world forever



Credits
Writer(s): Terius Gesteelde-diamant, Alejandro Carranza, Christopher A. Stewart, Robert D. Dickson, Jason Jackson, Juan T. Jones
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