Hooch

[Intro]

Uh, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

I just came out of the dark and we tinted the coupe

Fazo‚ they called me a hooch

Dive in that water‚ I'm treadin' through pain‚ it's true

A general, give me salute

I was a youngin, who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?

Came out the trenches‚ it's rugged

I hit the show and the bag that I count is a dozen

Ain't talkin' money, no discussion

I pour the Jean-Paul up in the Fanta, they know how we do it

Everything we do exclusive

Bitches be buggin'‚ a nuisance

I pour the fluid, I need a deuce for the cooler

Cartier cost me a grip

Bought some more jet-skis, oh, what a trip

Ride to Miami, a trunk full of blicks, sticks

Nigga, I came with some misfits

[Verse 1]

I keep it hot like a heater

He came with Felicia, I ain't even greet her, yeah

Swear the ho just was a sleeper

She turned to an eater, she know how I beat her, yeah

I ride, two doors

Check your paycheck, too low

Bitch, I'm Apex, big bro

He ain't even ate yet, he poor

Yeah, Ciroc, the watermelon

She wanna drank soda, she ain't ready

I was just dozin' at 2 o'clock

Had a gun, heard it jammin' for new spaghetti

In New York with Dominicans, two machetes

I just blow on the zip, lesson in the melly

I ain't fuckin' your bitches, just bring the fetti

Send her home on a mission and get her ready, yeah

[Chorus]

I just came out of the dark and we tinted the coupe

Fazo, they called me a hooch

Dive in that water, I'm treadin' through pain, it's true

A general, give me salute

I was a youngin, who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?

Came out the trenches, it's rugged

I hit the show and the bag that I count is a dozen

Ain't talkin' money, no discussion

I pour the Jean-Paul up in the Fanta, they know how we do it

Everything we do exclusive

Bitches be buggin', a nuisance

I pour the fluid, I need a deuce for the cooler

Cartier cost me a grip

Bought some more jet-skis, oh, what a trip

Ride to Miami, a trunk full of blicks, sticks

Nigga, I came with some misfits

[Verse 2]

Callin' my nigga, he down the road

Gotta check on him, I know it's mad strong

Put a check on a hop, get her mind gone

Niggas shootin' like they wearin' blindfolds

I get fetti when I got my eyes closed

Know she ready, I hit, then she ride home

Fingers itchin', I just kept the grind on

We gon' burn him, we just cut the nine on

[Chorus]

I just came out of the dark and we tinted the coupe

Fazo, they called me a hooch

Dive in that water, I'm treadin' through pain, it's true

A general, give me salute

I was a youngin, who'd thought I'd grow into somethin'?

Came out the trenches, it's rugged

I hit the show and the bag that I count is a dozen

Ain't talkin' money, no discussion

I pour the Jean-Paul up in the Fanta, they know how we do it

Everything we do exclusive

Bitches be buggin', a nuisance

I pour the fluid, I need a deuce for the cooler

Cartier cost me a grip

Bought some more jet-skis, oh, what a trip

Ride to Miami, a trunk full of blicks, sticks

Nigga, I came with some misfits