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Knicks - Cochise Lyrics

[Intro]
(Now, I got y'all fools this time, hit it)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, okay, uh (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 (Yeah), uh, okay

[Verse 1]
I can be a bucket for the Knicks
I know a couple Bloods, but I know a lot of Crips
Want VVS on 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, uh, I can't be no simp (I can't be no simp)
Can't even bother takin' shawty on a trip (I'm 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)

[Chorus]
UPS, I'ma pack 'em 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'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah, like a tux, yeah (Tux)
Feelin' like I'm Guts (Oh yeah), tell that boy, "What's up?" Yeah
Tell that boy, like hold up, cold like Minnesota
Bendin' her back like folders, in her mouth like molars (Hit it)
[Verse 2]
I can be the center for the Heat
And when it hit the summertime, 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's screeched, uh (Oh yeah, because it screeched)
I was like "What's up?" Yeah (What's up?)
Heard that he been actin' up, I know he gettin' pressed up
Talkin' tough online, but man ain't really have his chest up
619, swingin' off the rope and caught his neck up
He was blind, hit him with some years and now he— (Hit it)

[Chorus]
UPS, I'ma pack 'em 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'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah, like a tux, yeah (Tux)
Feelin' like I'm Guts (I'm Guts), tell that boy, "What's up?" Yeah
Tell that boy, like hold up, cold like Minnesota
Bendin' her back like folders, in her mouth like molars (Hit it)

[Verse 3]
I got the racks, I put 'em in packs, I make it a double (Yeah), yeah
I'm in the back, I'm hittin' that MAC, I'm makin' it crumble, yeah
My money is comin' and it's so abundant, they buzzin' like bumble, yeah
My niggas, they comin' at me, I done just told this shawty I'm humble, ooh, yeah
But I pass, I still got this rumble, I got this money to rumble, ooh, yeah
Just like WWE, I'm ready to rumble, ooh, yeah
Royal Rumble, I'm in it, yeah, I make it tumble, uh, yeah
Run it up, uh, Q move, R move, they call me Rumble, uh, yeah (Hit it)