J Spence - Cocky Reloaded

He tryna beef boy you better come with prayer (mm mm)
Make his whole click disappear (where)
In thin air (POW)
Pull up at his crib
Don’t give af who there
And you can’t speak about the M if you ain’t live there
Nah nah yea yea yea mane
You know what tf going on mane
Mr cocky in this bitch nigga whole lotta cocky shit going on mane
Cso nigga
Cocky shit only mane
I had to reload this mufucka nigga
no features none of that shit nigga
I’m reloading this mufucka nigga let me tell you how tf I feel today nigga (mmm)
It’s that cocky shit reload blowing up c4
Live my life like gta and a nigga put In all the cheat codes
Been gone
Beast mode
Stay faded like bleach clothes take ya Hoes ion keep hoes
Got more chips than casinos
I balled on em kemo
Ba-balled on em free throw and you Niggas talk shit when that door closed
But I seen you bitches through the peep hole
Holla at my migos
We send the shit in a speed boat
My watch like the ocean (icey)
Got these bitches trying to find Nemo
And a bitch I can’t be no (hoe) hard
You know how we go
And you better dial 911 (fast) like Reno
And I’ll whoop a nigga like Debo (Craig)
Bank account got zeros
Hit the bitch with that shawty lo Because he know she know that
I be on my cocky shit
I’m on my cocky shit
Bitch I be on my cocky shit
I’m on my cocky shit
Like whew
Foreign whip (whip)
Foreign bag (bag)
A foreign bitch (bitch)
A foreign swag
I be on my cocky shit
I’m on my cocky shit
Bitch I be on my cocky shit
I’m on my cocky shit
Like whew
Foreign whip (whip)
Foreign bag (bag)
A foreign bitch (bitch)
A foreign swag
So-so much ice on I’m feeling like Rick flare (whew)
Jpence you gone rock them Robbins
I’m like which pair (aaah)
So-so much ice on ya boy make ya bitch stare (she choosing)
And I switch cars more than she Switch hair
Bad light skin bitch she got slick hair (aaayyee)
Nutted all over her face I call it Skincare
She like jspence boy you ugly
I’m like bitch where (nah)
She asked if that’s a museum Bitch I Live there
He tryna beef boy you better come with prayer (mm mm)
Make his whole click disappear (where)
In thin air (POW)
Pull up at his crib don’t give af who There
And you can’t speak about the M if You ain’t live there (hell nah)
Yea I Heard about ya
But I can’t mention you
Them real niggas out the M
They wasn’t feeling you
I say I’m mr. cocky
And bitch know it’s the true
I wrote this 4/18
You’ll probably steal this too
I be on my cocky shit
I’m on my cocky shit
Bitch I be on my cocky shit
I’m on my cocky shit
Like whew
Foreign whip (whip)
Foreign bag (bag)
A foreign bitch (bitch)
A foreign swag
I be on my cocky shit
I’m on my cocky shit
Bitch I be on my cocky shit
I’m on my cocky shit
Like whew
Foreign whip (whip)
Foreign bag (bag)
A foreign bitch (bitch)
A foreign swag
(It’s that cocky shit reload blowing up C4)
(It’s that cocky shit reload blowing up C4)

Written by:
CORDARIUS WILLIAMS, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN

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