Oochi Coo
115
Hip-Hop/Rap
Oochi Coo was released on June 24, 2024 by 5743712 Records DK as a part of the album Space Seed
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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bouty Johnson
Songwriter
Sebastian Zapata
Songwriter
Lyrics
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful
Never give a fuck and I probably never will
And I got me a lobotomy to stop eating these pills
And I finally decided that a lot of things are real
Even though I know they ain't even though I know they ain't
So I show my vulgar face consuming overweight
Humans procreate I own debates like Ricky Winfrey or Polite
Don't hate my flow's great relocate to my own place
It's a cold place so I froze my face ozone waste
Got the lowest rates I'm a OG though like Ghost and Ray
Told these hoes don't go my bay OD slow let go of rage
You're so lonely though you don't know my name
But you told me you know when the moment came
Hold me close and avoid the pain
You so just so like Kurt Cobain
I don't reload with perfect aim
Do-si-do through dirt and rain
I hope you know I'm a dirty man
I hope I glow with a worthy flame
Door to door we all hurt the same
I suppose we chose these hurtful ways
Drinking reckless never drop a sip
I was on that never stopping shit
Rubbed the photoshop and off the pitch
They burned the bridge where I could drive the witch
I was on the corner selling dreams
Justifying I'm cheating what it seems
See my eyes they only seeing green
That's why the ends will justify the means
Making waves me and my fucking team
Like the surfer living off of streams
We just out here trying to make the dough
Cash rules everything around me cream
Bloody hands from all the dirt and grime
It seems like everything around me clean
Smoking loud like all the fucking time
It seems like everything around me scream
Doing the same I did as a little boy
I consume I seek and will destroy
Trying to justify the things I do
Murder time right after killing joy
Making sure that shit will never stop
Just like Steve I stay up on my job
Treat this high just like your fucking music
Making sure that sing will never drop
They switching up on us but let's give them a call
This is Jennifer
Who? Jennifer
Maybe I got the wrong number
Wait your name is Jennifer
I thought it was Molly
Could've sworn you were named after something I love to be putting all up in my body
Just started kicking it
Brain tissues be tickling
Psychedelic attesant
Can't even put the damn pickle in
But I'm still going ham
I be doing it live on the gram
Shit got leaked by the plug
I'm stopping that water like damn
I throw in my own rate
Harvest your organs to donate
And I'm coming correct
I'm finna collect
And no I don't pro-rate
Ain't taking no stiller
I need your whole lip
Now you can't get it back
You won't be no Indian giver
I get tables with no reservations
I get served but there's no litigation
I'm so sick I should get medication
But I wait for the doctor
I'm patient
BAT
One to death no he ain't me
I write death notes you're Ben Wheeler
These pussies on ice yeah they got cold feet
They will pop up on me
Bitch whoever you think is the coldest motherfucker hit the mic
Don't bring his ass to me unless you want that ponytail
I'mma cook him ratatouille he's a seasoned vet right
He the pussy pentile yeah
Some of y'all are passive-aggressive little bitches
Wanna talk in the comments y'all don't really see the vision pop off
And I'm just been around for a minute
My sound got no limit I'm bound for the rivet
Everybody coast to the pole said I gotcha
Let a sniper ring bitch sing like Sinatra
Hit the same note blow a holy acosta
Words through kingpin sting it'll pop you
Beko Coco's flute kill it frost it
Lemos Foesbro knows where the doctor
No bozos one smoke with a lobber
Those hoes chose getting thrown they were Oscar
Bitch I am the fire the lava in my smoke
Tornado pyramid garlic inspired
I'm over the fish can't get caught in the brine
So my shit is intense cause it's properly fired
Give it up fuck with you bitch cause my muscle is dying
Give it up then your bitch will be calling me sire
I am the king hop in the ring
Play on the hood like the iron it sinks
I ain't a rebel but I'm straight on my tank
Check for the playoff that shit made a king
I've been blowing their tests off like they Mr Fring
Pussies don't stay off my dick I'm the king
Take it back into it unabashedly
I'm a fan of this that shit crazy
Been captivated with a gaze to make a maze
Seem like a playhouse cause shit's got you off
In a haze in a maze in the way
Ain't it the way that they're so off on the play
While simultaneously ripping off what you made
Fuck it I'm scarred like I've been ripping off band-aids
What am I saying right? Calling it a day and a night
Working I'm praying I might get in the word
In the mic mouth on the word silently
Cause the word of the mouth's out of my fire
Spit a hit I might end up burning the house down
Wow we wouldn't want that now or would we
Could it be jealousy out loud
Downtown's where the hell it be at and about
If you wanna get it be mine or so put my name in your mouth
If it's a shout-out or just a pow-pow
You better be bout what you been rapping about now
Circus is out market ain't looking for clowns
Take the mic that you took past settle put it on down
Yeah I'm still rapping what of it? It isn't an accident
Sebastian said that there wasn't a maximum limit on bars for the track
So I'm stacking them back on the back
Lining up rhymes that attack
Climbing the rungs of the ladder that battle connects
They call it a syllable practice
It ends in a verse with a line at the halfway point
This is Jennifer
That's just how a critic raps on a joint
I ain't got a bucket list
I figure if bustin' this thunder is 16 don't kill me
I might as well run with it
Every hump over ground gonna hum me in with the secret to hustlin
When it comes to the subject my only advice is to gluttonous
I'm into causing a fuckin' kafafa
Disrupting the customer coveting customers
You cover the products when grinding it's all me
Coming at you with the beat yeah I bought it
Percussion has been so dusty
It's like a money shot from a mummy
So uh not to get ugly
But when you hunt so be a girl
And your guts'll be gushing
This one's for the strange girls
Who dress like a tank girl
You want the whole system to burn to the ground
I'm like same girl
And I bang-bang like bars between peaks
Ain't peaked on a bar like this in some weeks
Got a gang for the listeners glued to this feast
Take a drink every time the beast gets unleashed
Oh jeez ain't you fucked up now
Take the drunk bus back for a double round
See your hands all shaky when you clutch your crown
Some say I'm too curt but I'm much more vile
Ain't no sucker no mercy no peace
Ain't no savior no saint to these streets
Just these aces sitting in these sleeves
To lay on the table and top of these keys
I never met Diddy
So I learned on my own how to make a band
Now I'm plugged in how the cable is
Dangerous sharp how a razor is
I'm in your face like fragrances from a basic bitch
Not the type you had a table with
I mean the type that you saw in the store
And she got pajamas on and you to see her take a shit
Damn is it make or wish
I put a rapper on the deathbed
Tucked a man and gave a kiss
Pause I'm saying shit
Pesticide flow I'm spraying shit
You would think I'm laying brick
Put me on a beat and I'm paving it
I'm thinking about what other rappers have been doing lately
It's crazy I done seen them came and went
I don't know where I'm gonna take this
I'm trying to plan a destination
Marry the game America's lame
I'm trying to expand education
I'm not embarrassed to say it
The feeling's romantic and I can't explain it
I guess that I'm landing this plane in Paris to taste it
If you're on board it's just you and me
I'll sample it all like charcuterie
I'll have a taste of my sausage
She said that my boss tastes like Gouda cheese
Let's take a tour of her cuisine
My shorty's a foodie and beauty queen
I cut the sauce in a stew
I'm not letting y'all rats at TBC
Like a world-class chef on a track
I should rap with a French accent
I get the bag yo I stack mad bread
My bread's mad long guess I have baguettes
Haven't had a bad batch yet
Never had a half-ass set
But ass was a bastion
I'ma need trash bags for all you wack-ass friends
Whip work till my wrists hurt
Tell the baker go get me a dozen
Other white rappers I'm coming right at them
They're getting flamed at the end like the crust is
This shit is fresh out the oven
They're making a face like the smell is disgusting
Tell the health inspector to suck it
And guess I'm the chef it's the suspect
Joe Biden
Lil Uzi Vert
Take your daddy out to lunch
Turkey Club go make him bust
Sign iron white gloves
Spread eagle off the rough
Pink dick white nuts
That's some shit I'll never fuck
I never shop with pores
A poor Sephora whores
I never shop designer
The rich can suck my fat vagina
Fly to China that's my supplier
The finest line and lining
So fine you won't find finer
Yeah this satire fire
I'm breaking and peeking
We out here antiquing
Found this broken lamp to fix up on the weekend
For green chili holla back
Tell them that
Say green chili holla back
I lose minds with loose lines
About booze times
Cruise fines two pines
And gold mines
Whose line is this anyway
Give me Drew Carey
I don't give a fuck dawg
I like my men hairy
In the Botero Museum
With a Bruce perineum
Dizzy hardly seeing
Walking all weird
Puked on a still life of an obese pear
Caught an uppercut my teeth pain disappeared
Catch me in Medellin
Sip and lean up and eat the weed
Chicharron mixed in my poutine
Watch clean nautical theme
Pizza toppings making me dream
Things are not as they seem
Pinched my nose all the way down la sedenta
Nose looking like a gordas regla
Got distracted by some perras
Copped you with the extra tocineta
Got blood on the grub
And snatched a couple servilletas
We need some camisetas
We need a few greece pedas
Fuck it we got money
Llene las camionetas
I got that choripan pa' que tu sepas
The only pepas we fuck with the pepper
Bake chorizos con arepas
It's finally noon and they'll sell me beer at la tienda
Club Negra with a fistful of quipitos
No importa cuánto cuesta
Just bought a bag of Crespa
Flown in fresh from la selva
Cheap the whole bag and ride a horse in Santa Elena
Grab some meat from the street
Pull a massive P on the beat
Eat a tangerine off the tree
Trip balls on the metro
Give 50000 pesos to every fiend that can sit
Just check my phone
Here's the thing
No I didn't
Yo pretty paisa with the prettiest accent
Passed me an acetab on a tongue ring
Then asked me to hand over the Apache stick
This horse is hurting my ass again
Pretty girl brought out her friend
And then
Nos vamos pa' Guatap
Las venezolanas no hablan ingls
It's 5 AM
We're smoking punts
Yo Tony
Wake the fuck up
I'm going to the trenches
You see me don't be apprehensive
Some say I'm the paradox of all the gods
Eat your bitch like a mental box
Whatever you love it don't hurt
I'm charismatic
Like the Titanic
I'm on a motherfucking planet
I got a kill you can scan it
Bag it with paper or plastic
So let's get political
Matter of fact
What's your favorite cereal
Matter of fact
You smell antibacterial
Matter of fact
You're fat
Like watchers working a sandwich shop
And be content
**** I'll give you one more
I sit back take a hit of the tree
My delivery like a symphony with infinite schemes
Pretty clean flow don't fit get in between
But hold the gift I'm a whole different bean
I need cats that don't fold when they squeeze
You seem rat and you're told on your team
So lean back or your shoulder will lean
It's free crack and the flow is diseased
And so dope that the fiends relapse
The fucking moment they breathe
Don't believe but don't test
The knock hand is useless
Like goddamn man they plan to do this
Yeah they don't make the choice
But they hand you nooses
And they don't stand on shit but can't stand excuses
Why is that
They plan that we never look deep
Cause we sheep
And tension spans only last in a week
So make sure you pay attention when they tell you not to
The Super Bowl made you lose control
They got you understand
What I does is enough for my loving to transfer
My brother my man fuck off from the gram
Hit me up if you stuck in the jam
I'll front a dozen
In a month we can't come up with a plan
Fuck the government got nothing to hand
And if they did I don't want it
Tell them suck it and scram
I ain't a puppet for they justice
I'm a get up and stand
Now I'm a southerner but never gonna fuck with the clan
You ain't thugging boy
Only tell you bugging when you shucking a clam
Rub it on your girl's stomach
She a slut and a fan
Call her snuff or love her kiss
She gon' suck it again
Up in the glands
Yeah I'm exactly on brand
Done
Written by: Bouty Johnson, Sebastian Zapata
