2 x 5 - 222

(album: Young, Wild & Free - 2022)

(Damn, Donny made this?)
(Thank you, GC)
Fell hard, but I wiped the—
Yeah
Got right back up
Got right back up

I fell hard, but I wiped the pain off, somebody wake me up
In a relationship with the money, they tryna break me up
Count so much money, on my motherfucking hands, I got paper cuts
I be rolling big Backwoods, you roll paper blunts
I got twelve-hundred-fifty dollars in a paper cup
Fiend hit a line of drywall off a plastic plate
You don't even put your money up, you got a plastic safe
Thought she only had a plastic body, she got a plastic face
I just knocked a hole in the floor just to stash the pape'
Bro drunk as hell driving foreigns, he just crashed a Wraith
I can tell she got a BBL, she got a plastic shape
I just took my money out to eat, fantastic date
Came through with a flying rug, a nigga—
Came through with a flying rug and Aladdin cape
I can't let these people hit my blunt, that's why I had to face
I ain't never got the bitch coochie, but I had the face
In a Maybach driving fast like I had to race
Nigga tryna catch up to me, you in last place
Still ain't got the money for the lawyer for your last case
I just woke up like, "What a fantastic day"
I don't like to talk 'cause they don't listen to what I have to say
Bro sold the Glock and PLR, but he stashed the K
He forgot to eat his ice cream, but he had the cake
It's my baby brother birthday, let you have your way
Ayy, I'm a king too
I had a dream, I know Martin Luther King too
Bitch suck dick so good, she can sing too
I know a nigga sell crack, he a fiend too
Pop a Perc', drink a four of Wock', I'm a fiend too
Somebody told me Coochie Man their favorite rapper, I agree too
Every time I bless you, I get blessed, I should sneeze too
Achoo
Auntie hit an eight of—
Auntie hit an eight of— had a heart attack
Knock a nigga out one punch, it was a hard attack
James shooting with the mohawk, they think Harden back
I just bought a robot gun with the arms attached
Every morning, wake your ass up like alarms at six
Hop out, walk a nigga down, just parked my whip
Yeah, I probably beat your bitch down, you just fought your bitch
Bitch catch the ball with one hand, Randy Moss that bitch
I'ma probably kick your bitch out, I'm finna toss that bitch
Bitch love to blow my socks off, you tryna off that bitch
Seventeen different kind of weeds, I got different flavors
Knock your top off, catch a fade, he finna get a taper
I just smoked a big-ass Backwood, he probably smoking vapors
Got a red dot in the scope, he probably brought a laser
Nigga out here claiming that's his daughter, probably didn't raise her
You the type of nigga pay for pussy, but you never paid her
Hahaha, you done ran off on the pussy
Bitch, I'm the Coochie Man, couldn't keep my hands up off the coochie
You the type that go broke from— damn
You the type that go broke from spending bands up on the coochie
Couple thousand dollars, popped a rubber band up in the coochie
Bitch pussy hot, she need to put a fan up in the coochie
Ooh, she done caught a tan up in the pussy
Bitch look so good, so bad she need a whooping
Have you ever hit a super thick bitch? It was cushioned
Waiting on him at his crib, I fell asleep in his bushes
Have you ever hit a bad bitch, then hit her big sister?

Haha, what the fuck? (Damn, Donny made this?)
What the fuck is—
Coochie Man, what the fuck is you talking 'bout, man?
What the fuck is you talking 'bout, man?
What the fuck?
Man, Jay, chill, man, chill, chill
Chill out, Coochie Man, you tripping, you tripping
You know what I'm sayin'?
Keep this shit cordial