Yeah, I wanna get up and y'all, get up and y'all Coca, coca, coca-cola Yeah, y'all buy me everything Y'all, y'all, I'm making soda Cocaine is my girl, fine Water, water, boiling water Damn, I got a 40 gang No, no, no, I'm making off No problem, I can take it right We got the Tsukasa pilot My partners get stupid gualos Detail shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars We got the Tsukasa pilot My partners get stupid gualos Detail shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars We got the Tsukasa pilot My casa so full of rastas More ganja than Riva Farmer You can see me with binoculars My girl with me, send a lot for Multi-deep like rice and nachos Gates and birds to walk a flock of Told them, drop them all in plaza Close it like the morning after Try me, then your skull is crushed Grasping your little handsome son So sad that your first daughter captured Hot as boiling water My pack just can't cross the border Your girlfriend's a major snorter But that bitch ain't worth a quarter Don't give that another thought-er If you serve me, then you shout-er Ounce a half, an eighth a quarter Send my ghosts to do the slaughter Hustle hard, got from my father Take no ***, got from my mother Never snitched and never will I put that on my baby brother Coca, coca, coca-cola Leo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda Cocaine is my girl, I'm flying Water, water, boiling water Damn, I got a four-inch gang Snorter, skirter, making offer No problem, I can't kick it for you We got susu casa pilot My partners get stupid gualos Detail shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars We got susu casa pilot My partners get stupid gualos Detail shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars On one tune, I'ma smoke my reefer Cool through the city in my new two-seater Stay low-key, get dope, my people Maybe try to find me a girl a little cheaper On one tune, I'ma ride around town Got a little bitch, drop a few pounds Count a few checks, get a little mild Shoot a little dice, blow a little loud Tell a little powder, make a few thou Turn them into millions, stand tall and shout Need more air, they ain't on my team Niggas say anything, *** them, hit them in the spot Back in the day, see I wouldn't be *** Tell them *** niggas, niggas pickin' me now Now they on my dick, they rushin' they bitch Don't make no sense, we just laugh at them clout Pull up to the club, everybody like, wow Watch, cost a car, car cost a house Came in the club, I'm standin' on the couch Ball out the bottom, niggas just ballin' out Try me, got a follow, said it was a drought Swag once or hard, man, they hold like, ah Well known in the north, raised in the south Connected out west, get them in, get them out Coca-Cola, Coca-Cola Yeah, you'll buy me anytime Dollar, dollar, make it solar Cocaine, it's my girl, fine Water, water, Marlin water Damn, I got a fortune, yeah, it's much more Don't make nothin', no problem, I can take it right We gots us a class of partners My partners get stupid gualos Pizza shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars We gots us a class of partners My partners get stupid gualos Pizza shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars To the B-Gang, it's the G-Thang See me, I'm eyeball shoutin' Gucci got the workin' Flaw got the thoughtin' The windows didn't hold the gun Smokin' my pistol, I wish you'd run Make a wish, I'm like, which one? Hundred rounds, chop off a handgun I ain't never lost none Ain't niggas sayin' dodge, you want some? I'm a legend in the hood like Ben Pine Got bills with a man, you want some? Walk up, flock up, flock up, flock up Nick Gray bought me everything I'm gutta, gutta, gutta, gutta I put that *** on Gucci, man Rich bros, what the *** I claim? Gum y'all niggas off the chain He lookin' like he want my chain I smoke him like some Mary Jane And shawty, that *** real tall And shawty, that *** real tall Coca-Cola, Coca-Cola Ne-Yo bought me everything Dollar, dollar, make a soda Cocaine is my girl, I'm fine Water, water, boilin' water Damn, I got a four, it's cash Naughty skirt, I'm makin' off No problem, I can't kick it for ya Niggas thought some cops a pilot My partners get stupid wild We tell shots and shootin' pilots To cover up these thirty dollars Niggas thought some cops a pilot My partners get stupid wild We tell shots and shootin' pilots To cover up these thirty dollars Shawlow call me Escobar They tried to real time me like the Great Red Fall Still got no wife, but the wife be my girlfriend Even niggas ***in' with my girlfriend Yeah, we share that B.I.G The walkin' ***er do some rock, he in that B.I.G Still in the kitchen, fakin' the wrist And I'm still on the highway takin' a risk Back and forth from the one and the six Brand Natch winnin' with a bunch of them bricks From the one and the six Brand Natch winnin', all white bricks Coffee, coffee, coca-cola Yeah, yo, ball me every time Yola, yola, I'm makin' soda Cocaine is my girl, I'm fine Water, water, marlin water Damn, I got a four, it's cash Naughty skirt, I'm makin' off No problem, I can't kick it for ya Niggas thought some cops a pilot My partners get stupid wild Detail shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars Niggas thought some cops a pilot My partners get stupid wild Detail shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars Feds comin' after us Niggas talkin' bout checkin' us Married to that white girl So bitch, I ain't no bachelor Brick squad, we a gang Mother***in' Yale club Lookin' for another one Cause I ran off on my last plug Off white Jag, white truck White Lambo, on white Porsche White door, goin' ham, ho You know who I am, ho You say I robbed your brother I don't give a damn, though He must have them dams low He must have them clams off Wearin' what I paid for Too many of them bands Now he layin' on his man's floor I'm your body nigga And I'm from North Memphis And these bananas on six And I got them all with me Coca-Cola, Coca-Cola Dollar, dollar, make it solar Cocaine is my girl, I'm flyin' Water, water, bottled water Damn, I got a 40 Cash, not a skirt I ain't makin' nothin' No problem, I can't kick it for ya We got the Tsukasa pilot My partners get stupid gualos We just shot some beauty pilots To cover up these thirty dollars We got the Tsukasa pilot My partners get stupid gualos We just shot some beauty pilots To cover up these thirty dollars I got that hard cooch You know these bitches easy I got that cold flu I got that itchy snazzy You in that Mitsubishi I'm in that Bentley JT I'm takin' trips with Poppy You walkie-talkie copy I got them pookie fiends Might rock some juicy jeans I need some juicy sweats Maybe some blue Giuseppes I play foul, no free throw Bitch, I ball, no free show That ass no peep show What a run punt out Two of the front hundo Two of the son jundo Watchin' Telemundo Flyers in the rocket Money in my poly pocket What you coppin'? Keep that work inside my pimpy long stockin' Bitch Coca, coca, coca-cola Yeah, yo, buy me everything Yola, yola, I'm takin' soda Cocaine is my girl, I'm fine Water, water, bottled water Damn, I got a forty-nine No problem, I can't kick it for ya We got the Tsukasa pilot My partners get stupid wild Pizza shops and beauty parlors To cover up these thirty dollars We got the Tsukasa pilot