McCoy

Short stock
We been selling all day
Now you make the porch hot
That's a sure lot
Info I ain't giving names
Rhyming with the pen and pain
Me and you are not the same
You make the song flop
But bitches really like your chain
And you gotta echo chamber (Yeah)
Fuck how you feeling today
All these rappers sound the same on this
Cept' (Except) me
Ride till the tank on e
I intercept real lowkey
Get your dogs on me for the
Internet shit
Imma real threat boi
Gotta consolidate just to make spots on the set lists
Bust her back
Destroy it
She wanna bank
So she banking on me
On some fed shit

All headed in the same direction
All headed in the same direction
We the real Mccoys and there ain't no guestlist
We the real the Mccoys
We the real mccoys

Yeah
All head to the same damn dead end
Coldasack with the white picket fences
On the hill thats where im headed
Pick a side boy, to ride boy
I was in the back
Getting ready to die boy
Decoy emotes, behind they psycho
Pop like boba, slide like Michael
The war ain't
Combat that cycle
Ice cold heart like a batman rival
They throw shade on us
Let that pass
Lift that mask
Ask why you hiding
We cant clash even when im writing
Baby girl bad, shake that ass
Why i dont dance? Cuz I've been fighting
Why i dont dance? Cuz I've been fighting (Yeah yeah)

All headed in the same direction
All headed in the same direction
We the real Mccoys and there ain't no guestlist
We the real the Mccoys
We the real mccoys

Short stock
We been selling all day
Now you make the porch hot
That's a sure lot
Info I ain't giving names
Riddled with the pen and pain
Me and you are not the same
You make the song flop
But bitches really like your chain
And you gotta echo chamber (Yeah)
Fuck how you feeling today
All these rappers sound the same on this



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Vázquez
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