Sadat X - Cock It Back lyrics

Yeah, co*k it yeah [Gun co*king] co*k it back Bling bling Dat [Hook] When I feel like I'm fallin' the f** down And just for the f** of it wanna let off a round What, co*k it back n***a [Gun co*king] co*k it back, co*k it back click [Gun co*king] When I feel like the world is pay I wake up one morning be like ya f**in' me today co*k it back n***a [Gun co*king] co*k it back co*k it back click [Gun co*king] co*k it back [Gun co*king] [Verse 1] When I'm dead save my bones Take DNA and make clones Award, afford me luxury in my old age After these years I should be slidin' on the gold stage Missed the blades fifty, they left a n***a off the whole page Fifty motherf**ers that was better than me [Gun co*king] That mean fifty motherf**ers was boiling hot [Gun co*king] That's a lot, I can see that, that's a plot Y'all bring y'all best five to the game And I'm gonna do the same [Gun co*king]] And if y'all win I'm burst from the same way I came The great Dat alligned with a bo-day of Arabs They said don't fly black, yo just play cabs Y'all happy y'all had a good day, y'all n***as slave slabs Y'all n***as got money then huh y'all n***as get paid tabs Save my mic in a steel case for when they blast this place And I can still be a hero to my race Y'all know I can't change my face That's why I only move with pros Who move that eighty long money when the bright sunshine And the streets was kind but we can't rewind I want that new money, tight fittin' j**el money Mine's on tour, so I can take no more So y'all n***as better knock it off [Hook] [Verse 2] Blame my check bein' late for this rage Blame child support for makin' me beats on the mailman I got a new whip but is f**ed up as my old van n***a crash my whip, you seen em' hit em' cause he was an old man [* Gun co*king *] I gotta cold hand these days and no heart You believe in that bullsh** baby please don't start [Gun co*king] co*k it once and it means no stress House cleaned and you fumed into my favorite dress [Gun co*king] You say I feelin' best, hey broad don't gas me And don't ever take no money outta my pockets, yo just ask me See me down the block drinkin' Bud with the Mexicans Speakin' broken Spanish, I know a lil' I manage [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm about to leave New York I can't stay The way sh** is goin' I might have to get away All day tryin' to hit me with prices I can't pay n***as bust the guns, got to duck and stray Is the block clear, nah y'all can' rock here With the 12, 12, 38, and 58, 58 [Gun co*king] If we don't get it done here we gon' take it outta state Burn something in the air, let the room be few [Gun co*king] My broads gon' give a show cause I told em' so Cause they holdin' dough, while y'all n***as movin' slow Oh y'all ain't know, this is my every day flow [Gun co*king] [Hook]