Big H - Coke Cola (Brick Layer) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Big H, Bloodline all day I tell you n***as, I represent [Verse 1] This that hustler's trade, all my products are weighed I'm talking big blocks, rocks cut with a blade No shelves, sold within a couple of days Cats on my phone, they want something to blaze Call me Lord H, f** a court case Imma jump bail, make my own court date Love a pretty gash, but for a bit of cash I have her doing pipes like British Gas Adore the champ, scores and a shank Shotty in the bag watch me run up on a bank You guys ain't eaten, still tryna break even Imma leave the game, come back like Kevin Keegan That gears splendid, highly recommended I'm getting money cuddy, you'll probably feel offended That's 4 grams, I've got some more plans [Chorus] It's the trophy holder, Mr Coke Cola I'm getting money cuddy, you can smell the coke aroma Big player, see he's a quick sprayer Imma change my name, call me the brick layer [x2] [Verse 2] I don't tell jokes, (uh uh, uh uh) I sell smokes I've seen cats smoke crack from a can of coke No sense of humour, armed with the shooter Serve crack but today I'll be the executor Yeah it's H the soldier, n***as taking over My kitchen, no food just baking soda The d** den, whole ends are [?] again They're all s**ing up tryna be the shotter's friend Still hungry, sh**'ll get real ugly I just pull up out the bloom, reveal the pumpy Coke on the cookers, I turn hoes to hookers Cut the crack then, give it to the drug pushers All my fiends are craving, look like they've seen Satan Keep calling my phone, I told them be patient See me now, swear down, one sec I done sold out, till there weren't a crumb left [Chorus]