Cochise - Stock X lyrics

[Intro] (Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it) Yeah (Bullet), yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Carlos is here) Yeah, yeah (Okay, okay) Yeah, prices going Uh, yeah, uh, yeah [Chorus] Prices going up (Up, up), Stock X Heard that boy, he trying to make a fuss, I tell him, "Stop that" Running to the bucks, yup, yup, oh, that's a guap pack Heard that boy, he talking 'bout what's up, but he ain't 'bout that, 'bout that Uh, yeah, its over I said it's over I'm getting older Louis V. Loafers I don't do those, bruh I said that's a no, bruh Feel like Casanova Stick inna the holster [Verse] And she feeling so astounding She floating like a mountain And I drip down like a fountain Huh, somebody save him, he's drowning, huh I got that mud like a pallet, huh Nobody copy the talent, huh I wanna win like I'm Khaled, huh I get the green like a salad, yeah (Hit it) Yeah, yeah, shoutout Jesus Christ Yeah, he in my life, uh I pray every night, uh Pull up to the light, uh Tell that boy, "Goodnight" Okay, so now he act alright Please don't kill my vibe I've been on my grind You can't waste my time Get up out of line I don't know her sign You and me was so relaxed Maybe we can double that Get a rack and cuddle that You know I've been over that (Hit it) Huh, yeah, over that Huh, yeah, I'm over that I've been getting loads of that, huh Get ahold of that, huh Where the soda at? Got her rolling back I done got control of that I done schemed the cul-de-sac I just threw a touchdown, I feel like the quarterback Threw it to the runningback I know he ain't coming back Made a play, a couple racks I got Ruby, where's Max? I can't even take a nap Watch dog, ain't talking hacks (Hit it) [Chorus] Prices going up, Stock X (Uh, uh) Heard that boy, he trying to make a fuss, I tell him, "Stop that" Running to the bucks, yup, yup, oh, that's a guap pack Heard that boy, he talking 'bout what's up, but he ain't 'bout that, 'bout that Uh, yeah, its over I said it's over I'm getting older Louis V. Loafers I don't do those, bruh I said that's a no, bruh Feel like Casanova Stick inna the holster (Hit it)