Kukoč

[Intro: AJ Tracey]
Hahaha
Look

[Pre-Chorus: AJ Tracey & NAV]
I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson
And I make plays (Eee), just numero uno (Eee, eee)
I was out tryna step, where you go? (Eee)
My young boy that shoot like Kukoč (Eee, eee)
Can't rate none of them, they actors (Brr)
Need BAFTAs for the roles they play (Bah, bow)
Bare chat (Grr, grr), but I'm still okay (Grr, grrah)
If I buck that yute, that don't make my day (Yeah)

[Chorus: NAV & AJ Tracey]
Got work, all white like a poodle (White)
Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those
Got a bag on me, playin' it cool though
100K look smaller in blue notes
Told the opps, "Send shots 'til we get it" (Pew, pew, pew)
Got bags on your block, I paid it (Jump)
If you wanna stay alive, better dead it (Let's go)
Better chill 'fore wе make you regret it (Look)

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
I spit ovеr beats, I ain't on the 'net ('Net)
My set in the streets, just look at my neck (Neck)
My shit is elite (Bling, blaow)
I don't wanna tweet
I do this for Smokey (Smokey), I do it for Pop (Pop)
I do it for Yas (Yas), and this shit never stop
I came from the mud and went straight to the top
I'm cleaner than ever (Brr, brr), we still got the mop (Mop)
My block got the choppas like it's Vietnam (It's Vietnam)
Ring the alarm (Brr)
I check on my killys, make sure that they calm
They look after beef like we runnin' a farm
The shit that you snap as a flex is a regular day
I swear I can make none of this up (Ayy)
You made a hundred, you feel like the man (Man)
But I made the Forbes and the bills and parts (Sheesh)
I hate when a yattie says (Ah, ah, ah), "What's in your cup?" (Shush)
I never asked what you put in your arse (Yes)
You can't stunt on me when your diamonds are glass (Bling)
You didn't make the grade, you're not in my class (Nah)
And it's Cartier on my frames (On my frames)
Can't hang with her if she hang with the lames (Lames)
My socks double G and my boxers are MAINS (MAINS, woo)
Them niggas are scary (Woo), them niggas are stains (Go, let's go)

[Pre-Chorus: AJ Tracey & NAV]
I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson
And I make plays (Eee), just numero uno (Eee, eee)
I was out tryna step, where you go? (Eee)
My young boy that shoot like Kukoč (Eee, eee)
Can't rate none of them, they actors (Brr)
Need BAFTAs for the roles they play (Bah, bow)
Bare chat (Grr, grr), but I'm still okay (Grr, grrah)
If I buck that yute, that don't make my day (Yeah)

[Chorus: NAV]
Got work, all white like a poodle (White)
Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those
Got a bag on me, playin' it cool though
100K look smaller in blue notes
Told the opps, "Send shots 'til we get it" (Pew, pew, pew)
Got bags on your block, I paid it (Jump)
If you wanna stay alive, better dead it
Better chill 'fore we make you regret it

[Verse 2: NAV]
I was sellin' grams before the 'Gram
Keep a .30, I'm thirty, a grown man
I don't get cold feet or cold hands (No way)
I ain't never drop dope in a cold pan
Know Virgil got Off-White tan bricks (Tan bricks)
Always send a bitch an Uber, can't stand Lyft (Let's go)
Everything that I do is gigantic (Let's go)
I'm a waterboy, drown a titanic
Big .45, kick like judo (Brr)
Got a Spanish girl with a big culo (Brr)
Came a long way from Mr. Noodles
Got four kilos, hoppin' out the two-door
If it's up, it's stuck, it's litty (It's lit)
Have you not feelin' safe in your city (City)
I knew from the jump, he ain't with it (With it)
I just make one call, he gettin' busy (Brr)

[Pre-Chorus: AJ Tracey & NAV]
I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson
And I make plays (Eee), just numero uno (Eee, eee)
I was out tryna step, where you go? (Eee)
My young boy that shoot like Kukoč (Eee, eee)
Can't rate none of them, they actors (Brr)
Need BAFTAs for the roles they play (Bah, bow)
Bare chat (Grr, grr), but I'm still okay (Grr, grrah)
If I buck that yute, that don't make my day (Yeah)

[Chorus: NAV]
Got work, all white like a poodle (White)
Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those
Got a bag on me, playin' it cool though
100K look smaller in blue notes
Told the opps, "Send shots 'til we get it" (Pew, pew, pew)
Got bags on your block, I paid it (Jump)
If you wanna stay alive, better dead it (Let's go)
Better chill 'fore we make you regret it (Let's go, yeah)

[Outro]
(Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch)
(Ayy, Yung Swisher, roll up)