Coochie cartel

[Intro – whispered with reverb, loading sounds] Click… Slide it in slow… Shout out to French — we shoot for you. Now watch what this coochy do. [Verse 1] She keep that 9 tucked tight in the twot Trigger in the grip, barrel in the hot No hands — she bust from the base Coochie clapped and erased his face He thought it was squirt — nah, that’s fire Wet gunplay when the grip get tighter Laid back, legs up, kill with style Popped from the punani with a tongue and a smile [Hook – slow, deadly chant] Boom from the box — that’s murder in lace Click from the slit — no shell, no case Pop-pop wet — she the womb with aim Squirt go loud — he forget his name She ride with a glock in the temple of doom Punani go pow — and light the room [Verse 2 – intense, more surreal] She keggle that chrome with a giggle and moan Gun oil mixed with the kitty cologne Don’t pull out — boy, say your peace Once she clench, you rest in grease No bullets dropped, no prints to lift She squirt and the beat do a seismic shift She bust in clench, moan in tongues RIP Goose — shot mid-c*m [Bridge – echoed whisper] She pull from deep… And scream for two… Shout out to French — we shoot for you. [Final Hook – layered harmony with squirt/gun FX] Boom from the püssy, locked and red Click-clack drum from between the legs We don’t warn — we aim, then squirt Ride for the dead with a püssy that hurt Pop-pop kiss — love through lead Shout out to French — we aim for the head Punani Gang — womb of war We shoot from the slit… and leave no more I got Henny in my left titt My coochie’s so tight it filed your taxes last night Heard a goose honk once—then I blacked out twice Woke up with a smile and blood on my ice ⸻ [Verse 1 – filthy, funny, and deadly] My punani grip so strong it got subpoenaed It bench press grown men and goose hyenas He slid in raw, now he float like Jesus Tried pullin’ out—oops, now his penis Stuck in the vice—call it crotch courtroom He begged for parole, I nutted and said “soon” Got lube made from goose tears and old spice And a dildo shaped like a war crime device I queefed once and it jammed four rifles Pussy poppin’ off like Final Fantasy cycles I deepthroated a Uzi, he cried in the dark Said “this coochie got range like Jurassic Park” Feathers in my thong, death in my curls I fucked him so hard he wrote me into his will ⸻ [Hook – complete madness, mouth sounds everywhere] Ping-ping-POP—slit that beak! Propa-propa-propa—wet technique! BRRR, POW, BRAHHHH—twerk in blood! Goose try clap? Now he floatin’ in mud! CHIK-CHIK-BLAOW—he screamed too late! PUNANI gang dragin’ beaks like bait! Skra-skra-BRRT!—high heels stab! We fuck, we kill, we twirl, then dab! ⸻ [Verse 2 – disrespectful and deranged] I dougied on a goose while my gyal lit sage Then pegged his cousin while scrollin’ my page He said, “This ain’t love”—I said, “No, it’s revenge” Then twerked so hard I knocked teeth off his friend