What the f*cking you're thinking my n***a
F*cking with my team, what is you drinking my n***a?
Rapping turano, 'cause we've been winning my n***a
Coca is the sh**, hey DJ spint it my n***a,
If you ain't really bout it, save a G time,
p**y a** hoes,get the piece sign,where the f*ck your money homie keep lying,cause I'll be fom the roads where they keep dying
Honey is the laser to breathe
Put up my gla**er the streets until the last of the queens,
Nowadays it ain't a choice, homie you're trapped or you drink,
So I'd stay with the murky in the back of my jeans.
Hook:
Uh, I heard the haters whilling and trying to fake me
Somebody tell me Coca Cola crazy.
I heard the haters whilling and trying to fake me
Somebody tell me Coca Cola crazy.
Uh, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, b**h,
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I got a bullet 4 u hoes, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, uh.
Who tryin to leave a f*cking hoe, you're tryin to leave the f*cking hoes, b**h,
I got a bullet 4 u hoe, I got a bullet 4 u hoes
Ta ta ta ta.
Do it for music b**h I salute to the game,
Always bout rapping but I ain't used to the fame,
Rather layin long, get to moving to green,
Buy me a studio when I honey go chains,
Mother*ck them hoes, they ain't build for the sh**
You got a couple fans now you're milking that sh**,
Spending all your money b**h ..for a b**h,
You realize a thousand hoes are k** for my sh**,
So I'm f*cking go to work like I should my dog,
A hell of a performer b**h you would applaud,
talking sh** b**h you might get the hood and boat,
cruising with my Asians that ain't good for you