McCoy Lyrics

Short stock

We been selling all day

Now you make the porch hot

That's a sure lot

Info I ain't giving names

Rhyming with the pen and pain

Me and you are not the same

You make the song flop

But bitches really like your chain

And you gotta echo chamber (Yeah)

Fuck how you feeling today

All these rappers sound the same on this

Cept' (Except) me

Ride till the tank on e

I intercept real lowkey

Get your dogs on me for the

Internet shit

Imma real threat boi

Gotta consolidate just to make spots on the set lists

Bust her back

Destroy it

She wanna bank

So she banking on me

On some fed shit

All headed in the same direction

All headed in the same direction

We the real Mccoys and there ain't no guestlist

We the real the Mccoys

We the real mccoys

Yeah

All head to the same damn dead end

Coldasack with the white picket fences

On the hill thats where im headed

Pick a side boy, to ride boy

I was in the back

Getting ready to die boy

Decoy emotes, behind they psycho

Pop like boba, slide like Michael

The war ain't

Combat that cycle

Ice cold heart like a batman rival

They throw shade on us

Let that pass

Lift that mask

Ask why you hiding

We cant clash even when im writing

Baby girl bad, shake that ass

Why i dont dance? Cuz I've been fighting

Why i dont dance? Cuz I've been fighting (Yeah yeah)

All headed in the same direction

All headed in the same direction

We the real Mccoys and there ain't no guestlist

We the real the Mccoys

We the real mccoys

Short stock

We been selling all day

Now you make the porch hot

That's a sure lot

Info I ain't giving names

Riddled with the pen and pain

Me and you are not the same

You make the song flop

But bitches really like your chain

And you gotta echo chamber (Yeah)

Fuck how you feeling today

All these rappers sound the same on this