I'm feeling cocky, brain is all foggy
I might pull up with a posse
They cannot stop me
I'm feeling froggy
I'm on the yard and I'm stomping
Kind of like Rocky
There ain't no ring, but we boxing
There's too many people watching me
Bet they even try to copy me
Ask these niggas what they option be
I got this locked in like a convict be
You got me
Hold up, don't f*ck with the flow
Got them flocking up in droves
Smoke a beat up like a clove
Irish lucky like a clover
She begging me to come over
I pull up, told her bend over
I pull up, tell her bend over
I pull up, tell her bend over
Let's take a little break from all the nasty shit
And take it back to this rappin shit
That classic shit
Lyricism bars hard enough to bust a lip
Skip the skittish finesse the finish
Quick spittin, no diminishing returns
Burn everything around like a solar flare
Let them stop and stare
But geeking the sun too hard
Will leave them eyes impaired
None spared
Bloody hands bared
I ain't ever scared nigga
Like, comment and share
Whip your ride and your hair nigga
Go and drop the top
Po' a little bit of liquor
Steer clear of the beer
Unless you trying to get sicker
But a little intoxication
Make the shark sound slicker
I'm feeling cocky
Brain is all foggy
Might just pull up with a posse
They cannot stop me
I'm feeling froggy
I'm on the yard and I'm stomping
Kinda like Rocky
There ain't no ring but we boxing
So hold up
Let me ponder a minute
You don't just park in a shark tank
You wander in it
If you ain't think I'm the dopest
I'll have you wandering in it
My time is like a pen game
I'm never squandering it
I admit I threw some light work at the verse
Shawty said "hell nah
Now put the shit in the hearse"
You want bars
Had that on deck like Xanax
F*ck a pussy
Up bloody, no Tampax
I am hoarding all of my assets
While your hoes looking flatter than flapjacks
The city on my back like a knapsack
Let's get the radio active like hazmat
Let em carry my sound like it's a backpack
Young Atlas
Got the whole world on my shoulders
Fresh to the scene
Best thing about me
Everything
Bout to wake the game up
Like I'm Folgers nigga
(I'm back on my shit boy)
TuiDaShark - Cocky Freestyle Lyrics
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I'm feeling cocky, brain is all foggy
I might pull up with a posse
They cannot stop me
I'm feeling froggy
I'm on the yard and I'm stomping
Kind of like Rocky
There ain't no ring, but we boxing
There's too many people watching me
Bet they even try to copy me
Ask these niggas what they option be
I got this locked in like a convict be
You got me
Hold up, don't f*ck with the flow
Got them flocking up in droves
Smoke a beat up like a clove
Irish lucky like a clover
She begging me to come over
I pull up, told her bend over
I pull up, tell her bend over
I pull up, tell her bend over
Let's take a little break from all the nasty shit
And take it back to this rappin shit
That classic shit
Lyricism bars hard enough to bust a lip
Skip the skittish finesse the finish
Quick spittin, no diminishing returns
Burn everything around like a solar flare
Let them stop and stare
But geeking the sun too hard
Will leave them eyes impaired
None spared
Bloody hands bared
I ain't ever scared nigga
Like, comment and share
Whip your ride and your hair nigga
Go and drop the top
Po' a little bit of liquor
Steer clear of the beer
Unless you trying to get sicker
But a little intoxication
Make the shark sound slicker
I'm feeling cocky
Brain is all foggy
Might just pull up with a posse
They cannot stop me
I'm feeling froggy
I'm on the yard and I'm stomping
Kinda like Rocky
There ain't no ring but we boxing
So hold up
Let me ponder a minute
You don't just park in a shark tank
You wander in it
If you ain't think I'm the dopest
I'll have you wandering in it
My time is like a pen game
I'm never squandering it
I admit I threw some light work at the verse
Shawty said "hell nah
Now put the shit in the hearse"
You want bars
Had that on deck like Xanax
F*ck a pussy
Up bloody, no Tampax
I am hoarding all of my assets
While your hoes looking flatter than flapjacks
The city on my back like a knapsack
Let's get the radio active like hazmat
Let em carry my sound like it's a backpack
Young Atlas
Got the whole world on my shoulders
Fresh to the scene
Best thing about me
Everything
Bout to wake the game up
Like I'm Folgers nigga
(I'm back on my shit boy)
I might pull up with a posse
They cannot stop me
I'm feeling froggy
I'm on the yard and I'm stomping
Kind of like Rocky
There ain't no ring, but we boxing
There's too many people watching me
Bet they even try to copy me
Ask these niggas what they option be
I got this locked in like a convict be
You got me
Hold up, don't f*ck with the flow
Got them flocking up in droves
Smoke a beat up like a clove
Irish lucky like a clover
She begging me to come over
I pull up, told her bend over
I pull up, tell her bend over
I pull up, tell her bend over
Let's take a little break from all the nasty shit
And take it back to this rappin shit
That classic shit
Lyricism bars hard enough to bust a lip
Skip the skittish finesse the finish
Quick spittin, no diminishing returns
Burn everything around like a solar flare
Let them stop and stare
But geeking the sun too hard
Will leave them eyes impaired
None spared
Bloody hands bared
I ain't ever scared nigga
Like, comment and share
Whip your ride and your hair nigga
Go and drop the top
Po' a little bit of liquor
Steer clear of the beer
Unless you trying to get sicker
But a little intoxication
Make the shark sound slicker
I'm feeling cocky
Brain is all foggy
Might just pull up with a posse
They cannot stop me
I'm feeling froggy
I'm on the yard and I'm stomping
Kinda like Rocky
There ain't no ring but we boxing
So hold up
Let me ponder a minute
You don't just park in a shark tank
You wander in it
If you ain't think I'm the dopest
I'll have you wandering in it
My time is like a pen game
I'm never squandering it
I admit I threw some light work at the verse
Shawty said "hell nah
Now put the shit in the hearse"
You want bars
Had that on deck like Xanax
F*ck a pussy
Up bloody, no Tampax
I am hoarding all of my assets
While your hoes looking flatter than flapjacks
The city on my back like a knapsack
Let's get the radio active like hazmat
Let em carry my sound like it's a backpack
Young Atlas
Got the whole world on my shoulders
Fresh to the scene
Best thing about me
Everything
Bout to wake the game up
Like I'm Folgers nigga
(I'm back on my shit boy)
Writer: Mosamoa Tuiteleleapaga
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid