Cochise - Knicks lyrics

[Intro] (Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it) Uh, uh, uh, yeah, okay, uh (Carlos is 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 ni**as 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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 ni**as, 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)