Sadat x - Cock it back Lyrics

Yeah, cock it yeah [* Gun cocking *] cock it back
Bling bling Dat

[Hook]
When I feel like I m fallin the fuck down
And just for the fuck of it wanna let off a round
What, cock it back nigga [* Gun cocking *]
Cock it back, cock it back click [* Gun cocking *]
When I feel like the world is pay
I wake up one morning be like ya fuckin me today
Cock it back nigga [* Gun cocking *] cock it back
Cock it back click [* Gun cocking *] cock it back [* Gun cocking *]

[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 nigga off the whole page
Fifty motherfuckers that was better than me [* Gun cocking *]
That mean fifty motherfuckers was boiling hot [* Gun cocking *]
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 cocking *]
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 niggas slave slabs
Y all niggas got money then huh y all niggas 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 jewel money
Mine s on tour, so I can take no more
So y all niggas better knock it off

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[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 fucked up as my old van
Nigga crash my whip, you seen em hit em cause he was an old man
[* Gun cocking *] I gotta cold hand these days and no heart
You believe in that bullshit baby please don t start [* Gun cocking *]
Cock it once and it means no stress
House cleaned and you fumed into my favorite dress [* Gun cocking *]
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

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[Verse 3]
I m about to leave New York I can t stay
The way shit is goin I might have to get away
All day tryin to hit me with prices I can t pay
Niggas 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 cocking *]
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 cocking *]
My broads gon give a show cause I told em so
Cause they holdin dough, while y all niggas movin slow
Oh y all ain t know, this is my every day flow [* Gun cocking *]

[Hook]

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