co*cky by LIVING ROOM - A$AP Rocky (2024)

Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It's Guwop
Uh
It's Gucci
21, 21
Uh

Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky (huh?)
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky

I got so many M's in my bank account, I can't even count 'em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can't even mount 'em
Too many zeros with Versace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don't cuff 'em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don't got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth's Chris, she told me that I'm way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain't even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M's and then I put my bae up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain't take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carats, them lil' pointers be too lil'
Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they 'bout to spill (uh)

Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky (huh?)
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I feel like I'm Rocky

Huh?
How you gon' play D, can't even take D
Too many fake me's
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake '$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve 'em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin' in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigg* overseas, but that's only overseas
I'm the one who oversees sh*t, "Oh man, it's him again"
I'm up in the rim, they the raided M&M's
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
'Cause she don't deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, stay on ten like my toes (A$AP)

Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby , I'm too f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky (yeah)

Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain't gotta say it 'cause they know (woo)

Gucci is materialistic, he's too f*ckin' flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I'm like JD in '03
My hoe said that I'm too co*cky, I don't play nothin' but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I'll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin' up short like they a pair of capris
Don't group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin' me
Them dudes ain't got nothin' on me, I got a money disease
I'm too cold for these suckers, they ain't got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it's one-hundred-and-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like, "He too shiny for me"
I know that bitch wanna f*ck me, but she's too tiny for me
She's my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It's Wop

Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky (it's Gucci)
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky
Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky (Wizop)

Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky (damn)
(Damn) we got London On Da Track (damn)

The lyrics to A$AP Rocky's song "co*cky" delve into themes of confidence, materialism, and superiority. The introduction sets the tone with references to London On Da Track, Gucci Mane (also known as Guwop), and the repeated mention of being "too f*ckin' co*cky." This repetition serves to emphasize the arrogance and self-assured demeanor of the singer.

The first verse showcases the extravagant lifestyle of the singer, boasting about their wealth with references to their bank account, luxury cars, and lavish possessions. The mention of meeting their accountant at a high-end restaurant like Ruth's Chris further reinforces their financial success. The singer exudes a sense of power and abundance, with a nonchalant attitude towards their wealth and status.

The second verse continues the theme of co*ckiness, with the singer addressing critics and fake individuals in the industry. They point out the phoniness and lack of authenticity in others, while highlighting their own confidence and originality. The references to basketball and sports imagery further convey a competitive and swaggering attitude, with wordplay and clever lyrics showcasing the singer's lyrical prowess.

The final verse features Gucci Mane, who adds his signature style and flair to the track. Gucci's verse reinforces the themes of materialism, confidence, and success, with references to expensive items, flashy jewelry, and a lavish lifestyle. Gucci's presence adds a dynamic element to the song, with his unique flow and delivery complementing the overall tone of the track. The repetition of "Too f*ckin' co*cky" throughout the song serves as a bold declaration of self-assurance and assertiveness, capturing the essence of the confident and unapologetic persona portrayed in the lyrics.

Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm too f*ckin' co*cky (huh?)
Experiencing an overwhelming sense of confidence, I am overly confident and self-assured.

Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I'm so f*ckin' co*cky
Extreme levels of arrogance, feeling extremely proud and boastful.

I got so many M's in my bank account, I can't even count 'em
Having a substantial amount of money in my bank account, to the point where it is difficult to keep track of.

Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can't even mount 'em
Owning numerous luxury cars and frequently changing them, to the extent that it becomes overwhelming.

All my diamonds carats, them lil' pointers be too lil'
My diamonds are high quality and significant in carats, while the smaller diamonds are too insignificant in comparison.

Too f*ckin' co*cky, baby, I feel like I'm Rocky
Being excessively confident, to the point of feeling like the legendary boxer Rocky Balboa.

Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve 'em like the other team
Girls become weak in the knees around me, but I avoid them as if they are on the opposing team.

Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Pass me the ball and witness my skills in action on the court.

I make a bitch feel self-conscious like, 'He too shiny for me'
Causing someone to feel insecure due to my exuberant display of wealth and success.

This Rollie cost us the G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve
My Rolex watch was expensive, and I have multiple diamond bracelets on my wrist.

Damn, we got London On Da Track (damn)
Expressing admiration for the producer London On Da Track who contributed to the song.