Chinx - Coke Boys lyrics

[Intro] Uh Mr. 16 Montana Coke Boy San Fran n***a [Hook] Middle fingers up in this mawf**a, I'm a mawf**a Got the hammer right now in this mawf**a I'm really in the game, I never change You know the team, that's c**aine [Verse 1: French Montana] sh** is real life, something more than lyrics You n***as overnight, something like gimmicks Feelings to the side, it's nothing more than business Middle finger to the cops, you f**ing with k**ers Catch me in the lab, something like a chemist Your man looking nervous, something like a witness (Snitch!) Call the key, whipping like a slave Catch me in the cut low, something like a fade I'm blowing purple smoke, me and my kinfolk Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink coat All black everything with my brim low Seattle smoke blowing out the window [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Chinx Drugz] n***a you know the game It's c**aine, bigger banks, n***as bossed up The penalty for throwing ice is getting tossed up (Dig me?) Stacks in abundance, a good grind will have you pulling racks by the hundreds Coupe looking leche, banging like an essays My young boys blowin trumpets like Dizzy Gillespie Stack and a half's what I paid for the fresh 8 Shorty think I'm the bomb and I didn't even detonate Riot squad, c**aine get your head right (Get it right) For them things, get in his wig like head lice Hurry up and die, they know I'm something fly Name a crew hotter, you a f**ing liar [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Flip] Yo I never been a s**er, I gets the job done Stand over a motherf**er, squeeze until he done If you heard of BK, you know I'm not the one I'll lay you where you stand, put that on my son See, I don't know what you heard so I'm addressing all the rumors Me losing my spot is like me losing my shooters It won't happen, see I got this mac sh** tatted From shoulder to shoulder s** a dick to all the n***as ratting And money's not an issue, but its coming in daily Stashbox got a pistol for the jackers trying to trail me Let the dogs hit the AC hold the ends & it'll lift up I grip up, pull up on a kid and get lit up! [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Charlie YG] No more rosé, I'm starting to get dizzy Got bottles of the Nuvo, just to look pretty Strapped in the club, you know they don't frisk me With all these j**els on, its hard to miss me Got to hold down my borough, until they free Remy But this is for, this is for, this is for my city, yung ones & Diddy Uh, uh, got me feeling like Biggie All about the Benjie's, streets in a frenzy These n***as couldn't cut it, I'm something like a Jimmy Gonna have to fight with the stacks dog If you trying to bend knees, got me all in the mood all I'm thinking Tech this! [Hook x2]