Life of Coco (feat. ThunDaThighs & Lil Tiago)
Back back back back, from the motherfucking dead
Back back back back, know I'm coming for yo head
Attack attack attack attack, all the bitches that said
Attack attack attack attack, all the ones who made me bled
Lil Tiago on the fucking track
Driving my shit till the tires go flat
Driving my shit till the rims fucking crack
Laughing at your girl cuz her chest so flat
Drift the m in the fucking rain
Swerving in and out of every fucking lane
Run from the cops to forget the fucking pain
Run a bitch over if she mention my name
And if that girl even stand back up
Imma pop it in reverse and hit her with the trunk
Open that shit let the bodies roll out
Slam the fucking gas and peel the fuck fuck fuck
Trust me baby, trust me baby trust me
Trust me baby, trust me baby trust me
Working on my business, working on my physics
Working on the bitches, but I ain't actually working on my physics
Cause my name is Jason, and I never actually do my homework
Homework, your mom is hoe work
She needs some work
Shut the fuck up Lil tiago
Shut the fuck up you a real ass weirdo
Shut the fuck up you aint Picasso
Shut the fuck up I'm hitting my turbo
Thinking about how it's gonna go
All I'm gonna do is drop hits all in a row
Climbing up the ladder I ain't no slacker
Flowing like a metronome this ain't no dragger
I'm the son of Carti, getting all sturdy
My bitch be lookin like that old school barbie
Trust me, I will stack all that money
Take you round town in my white Ferrari
Trust me baby, trust me baby trust me
Trust me baby, trust me baby trust
Back back back back, know I'm coming for yo head
Attack attack attack attack, all the bitches that said
Attack attack attack attack, all the ones who made me bled
Lil Tiago on the fucking track
Driving my shit till the tires go flat
Driving my shit till the rims fucking crack
Laughing at your girl cuz her chest so flat
Drift the m in the fucking rain
Swerving in and out of every fucking lane
Run from the cops to forget the fucking pain
Run a bitch over if she mention my name
And if that girl even stand back up
Imma pop it in reverse and hit her with the trunk
Open that shit let the bodies roll out
Slam the fucking gas and peel the fuck fuck fuck
Trust me baby, trust me baby trust me
Trust me baby, trust me baby trust me
Working on my business, working on my physics
Working on the bitches, but I ain't actually working on my physics
Cause my name is Jason, and I never actually do my homework
Homework, your mom is hoe work
She needs some work
Shut the fuck up Lil tiago
Shut the fuck up you a real ass weirdo
Shut the fuck up you aint Picasso
Shut the fuck up I'm hitting my turbo
Thinking about how it's gonna go
All I'm gonna do is drop hits all in a row
Climbing up the ladder I ain't no slacker
Flowing like a metronome this ain't no dragger
I'm the son of Carti, getting all sturdy
My bitch be lookin like that old school barbie
Trust me, I will stack all that money
Take you round town in my white Ferrari
Trust me baby, trust me baby trust me
Trust me baby, trust me baby trust
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Foglia
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