Phat Geez - Cocky N*ggas lyrics

[Intro: Phat Geez] Naw we ain't with the dumb sh** (nah) x5 [Verse 1: Phat Geez] We them n***as who they come and get Money coming gotta make it flip In the kitchen I can do a trick, b**h get on me I ain't with the sh**, got a couple n***as doing wheels, please tell me what's a 5 to 10, told my n***as yeah we gotta win, told my n***as yeah we gotta win, in the trenches baggin' ready rock Rappers softer than some reeboks, in the droptop Let the heat rock, n***as think it's sweet, got that thing co*k All the trappers yeah they motivate me Gettin' money n***a motivation, gettin' money n***a motivation, they ain't liking pics man I know they hatin' Smokin' extendos and they backwoods, swag go crazy And I rap good, he ain't bout it he just act hood Leave his brains on the dashboard, oldheads show me how to eat, now we grubbin' like a feast, that be Maaly he a beast I be stepping on the beat, sneaks foreign they Givenchy co*ky youngin' they can't stand me, Moss a n***a like I'm Randy, rappers sweeter than some candy, grind the harder way like Penny, jeans really cost a ticket, rap really what I'm living We'll give your a** the business [Chorus: Phat Geez] co*ky youngin' they can't stand me, counting hunnits til' my hands bleed, dirty money and the whip clean, diamonds dancing diamonds dancing, balling like Durk Nowitzki, cut her off she acting iffy, f** the b**hes want the Benjis, f** the b**hes want the Benjis x2 [Verse 2: Kur] Back on my bullsh**, back on the strip was too hot And the cops would hop out, we would trap out the store then Back when my stomach was touchin', and I had to do anything To get more chips, I'm talkin' bout letters all on the door Saying we ain't paying the mortgage, sleepin' on floors with my man, sharing fries on some poor sh**, all of the sh** that i went through endured it, all of the music they put out is bullsh** All of the n***as I be with extortin', I'm taking percocets til I get nauseous, f** what they talkin' I do me regardless I know my worth why the f** would I bargain No disrespect I'm not taking your offer, taking no losses b**hes they feel my persona, I got yo b**h on my lineup She talking broccoli and salmon, I'm talkin' Wendy's, McDonald's I f** with n***as from North side, shoutouts to Phat yeah I got him, shoutout to n***as in Frankford, this sh** for yall Man I got you, drink out the bottle got problems Come to my hood bunch of zombies, Temple road that's where you'll find, Temple road that's where you'll find me Let's get it [Chorus]