Song Lyrics

Yeah, cock it yeah, cock it back
Bling bling Dat

[Chorus]
When I feel like I'm fallin' the f*ck down
And just for the f*ck of it want to let off a round
What, cock it back nigga
Cock it back, cock it back click
When I feel like the world is pay
I wake up one morning be like ya fuckin' me today
Cock it back nigga, cock it back
Cock it back click, cock it back

When I'm dead save my bones
Take D-N-A 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
That mean fifty motherfuckers was boiling hot
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
And if y'all win I'm burst from the same way I came
The great Dat aligned 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

[Chorus]

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
I gotta cold hand these days and no heart
You believe in that bullshit baby please don't start
Cock it once and it means no stress
House cleaned and you fumed into my favorite dress
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

[Chorus]

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 twelve, twelve, thirty-eight, and fifty-eight, fifty-eight
If we don't get it done here we gon' take it outta state
Burn something in the air, let the room be few
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

[Chorus]

Derek Murphy, Patrick Lawrence, Composer Unknown

The duration of Cock It Back is 3:56 minutes and seconds.