SO MUCH FUN Lyrics – Cochise

SO MUCH FUN Lyrics

[Intro: Cochise & TisaKorean]
Okay, brrt (Ayy), okay

[Verse 1: Cochise, TisaKorean & prettifun]
Michael Phelps, I might dive in her DM (Okay, yeah)
Heard he mad ’cause I’m hittin’ his BM (Okay)
Oh, you mad ’cause I’m hittin’ your BM? (I am)
I get chicken like fuckin’ Koreans (Okay, boogie)
I get chicken like fuckin’ Koreans (Okay, ayy)
I start dancin’ like TisaKorean
I might run to the chicken like hen (Booger)
Tell that ho I ain’t playin’ again (Boogie, booger)
I want you, I want you and your friends (Ooh)
How much bitches can fit in a Benz?
Huh, probably like three, but I got a bitch, so probably just one (TT)
I got some money, I’m hittin’ her gums
Don’t really try me ’cause I got a gun (Brrt)
I got a— (Hey, hey, what the hеll? What the hell?)
Osama Bin Laden, I walk in thе spot with a bomb on my motherfuckin’ chest
My shooter, he crazy, my shooter, he white, I just gave that nigga some meth, shit
I don’t even do it to fuel his addiction I do it to make him progress (Yeah)
I do it to make them progress (Ayy)
Yeah, I do it to make them progress (Progress)
Got VVS all on my neck (My neck, ayy)
You look at my wrist, it’s baguettes (Baguettes)
I look at your wrist, and it’s blank (Blank)
I look at your neck, and it’s blank (It’s blank)
I look in your bag, and it’s blank (What the fuck? Ayy)
Fuck, this nigga a blank (What the fuck?)
This nigga a motherfuckin’ bum (A bum)
This nigga, he live with his mum (His mum)
You probably gon’ work at the Chum (You dumb)
My pockets, they bigger than Pun (Ayy)
I probably could play for the Suns
With Penny in 2001 (Silly)
I walk ’round this bitch like a pirate (Silly)
I’m dousing my body in rum (Silly)
Why the hell you invite in some niggas?
Give a fuck, I start fightin’ these niggas (Silly)
Turn to Tyson, start bitin’ these niggas (Silly)
Bryson Tiller, start singin’ to bitches
Get to hittin’ these bitches [?]
I don’t need to rap no more (Yeah)

[Bridge: Cochise, TisaKorean & prettifun]
Like I don’t, I don’t need, I don’t need (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t need to rap no more (Ayy)

[Verse 2: prettifun, TisaKorean & Cochise]
Huh, I don’t need to rap no more (Ayy)
Made so much money, can’t cap no more (Ayy)
I was broke as fuck, was smokin’ lows
When I got a gun, it had a post
Nigga tight as hell ’bout that ho
I could never do that, get a new bitch
My shit hittin’ different, this a new switch
You can’t name a nigga that’s been doin’ this (Ayy)
Drank the Henny up, this is a film (Ayy)
I can read the envy all on your lips (Ayy)
‘Bout to rock the show, gave my lil’ bitch a kiss
The F50 when I swerve in the ditch
In the club, they got hoes in the VIP
Sit tight, this a fire on my hip (Ayy)
Went from blood to crip, nigga, you is a blip
When you suck the dick, please, no teeth on the tip
He was a lame before, his swag so washed out, might need a new one
Pink fifties and the blue hunnids
Bitch, you was stuck in the mud, had to whip up some new money (Ayy)
Bitch, I been pushin’ the needle, I need the controller
So clean, no dust on my shoulders
I can [?] promoter
But there ain’t shit I owe ’em (Uh-uh)
Huh, yeah, yeah (Uh-uh), huh
You niggas ain’t doin’ no shows for real (Uh-uh)
You stuck in that house on your ass, huh (Uh-uh)
Got these bitches typin’ them posts for real (Uh-uh)
They waitin’ on me like they dad, huh (Uh-uh)
I told her I don’t even smoke for real
I got a whole P in my bag (Uh-uh)
You know you not chasin’ no roads for real (You dig?)
My niggas will get on your ass (You dig?)
I done see them do it for the cash (You dig?)
Bitch got booty, moving all that ass (Uh-uh)
You can feel all that shit from the back (Silly)
See me iced out, I’m gettin’ mad (Silly)
I just sit there and get your ass zapped (Silly)
Me and Cochise [?] (Silly)
Had so much fun, I can never get sad (Ayy)

[Outro: TisaKorean]
Boogie, body
Boogie, body
Boogie, body
Silly, hahaha
It’s the Club Reefer Don