Drumma Boy - Coca Coca lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane] Coca, c**a, c**a cola, yayo bought me everythang Yola, yola, baking soda, c**aine is my girlfriend Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to "cover up these dirty dollars" Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Mi casa su casa partna, mi casa so full of rastas More ganja then reefer farmers, you couldn't see me with binoculars White girl with me; Cindy Lauper, multi deep like Frank Sinatra Gave 10 birds to Waka Flocka, told him drop em at Moreland Plaza Whoozy like the morning after, try me then yo skull get fractured Ransom yo lil hansom son, so sad yo that first daughter captured Gucci hot as boiling water, my pack just came cross the border Your girlfriend's a major snorter, but that b**h ain't worth a quarter Don't give that another toughta, if you serve me then get shot up Ounce, a half, a eighth, a quarter, send my goons to do the slaughter Hustle hard got from my father, take no sh** got from my mother Never snitched and never will, I put that on my baby brother [Hook] [Verse 2: Rocko] Only one dude and I'mma smoke my reefer Cruise through the city in my new two-seater Stay low key and get doe wit my people Maybe try to find me some blow a little cheaper Only one dude and I'ma ride around town Work got love b**h, drop a few pounds Count a few checks deal them out Shoot a lil dice, pour a lil out Sell a lil poweder make a few thou' Turn them into millions standing tall as Yao Mean mug everything about my team n***a say anything, folk will hit him in his mouth Back in the day they said I wouldn't be sh** Tell them f** n***as "n***a look at me now!" Mami on my dick, they worse than they b**h It don't make no sense we just laugh at them clowns Pull up to the club everybody like "wow!" Watch cost a car, car cost a house Catch me in the club I'm stunting on the couch Balling like a balla me and Gucci ballin' out Shawty got it for the low who said it was a drought? Swag run so hard man these hoes like “Ow" Well known in the North, raised in the South Connected out West get them in get them out [Hook] [Verse 3: OJ Da Juiceman] In the kitchen with Patrick Swayze, me and the yay is dirty dancing Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie Gla** Stupid Brick Squad chickens in stankin' through the plastic Gettin ‘em in and gettin' em gone; definition of a trapper I'm the hottest thing walkin' around in East Atlanta So I'm like a baby, sh**tin' like a damn pamper They hatin' my swag, cause these bars is Alaska Hip-hop police got me workin' under the scanner Coca cola where's the water? Watch this doe I serve this order One on the window, cause the police just might smell this odor Barber shops and beauty parlors, just to cover dirty dollars White girl was super dirty, so I put her in the shower [Hook] [Verse 4: Waka Flocka Flame] Soo Woo! To the B Gang, it's a G thang, see me I'm eyeballin' shorty, Gucci got the work and Flocka got the 40 Work the wheels, and hold the gun, smoke out my pistol, I wish you'd run n***a win some, like which one 100-round chopper or the handgun Heard I ain't never lost none, I got nicks and dimes you want some I'm a legend in the hood like Big Pun, got bales of the mid you want some, I got them Waka Flocka, Flocka Waka, midgrade bought me everything I'm gudda gudda, gudda gudda, I put that sh** on Gucci Mane Brick Squad is what the f** I claim, God y'all n***as off the chain (Loony) Lookin' like he want my chain, I smoke him like some Mary Jane And shorty that sh** real talk And shorty that sh** real talk [Hook] [Verse 5: Shawty Lo] Shawty Lo, call me Escobar They try to retire me like the great Brett Favre Still got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend Even Nicki, f**in' with my girlfriend Yeah, we share that b**h Got Waka Flocka, Gucci, Rocko in that b**h Still in the kitchen, flickin' the wrist And I'm still on the highway, takin' the risk Back and forth, from the 1 and the 6 Ridin' I-20 with a bunch of them bricks Ayy, from the 1 and the 6 Ridin' I-20, all white bricks [Hook] [Verse 6: Yo Gotti] Feds coming after us, n***as talkin bout jackin us Married to that white girl so b**h I ain't no bachelor Brick Squad Re-up Gang, mothaf**in' yayo club Lookin for another one cause I ran off on my last plug Off white Jag, white truck, white Lambo All white Porsche four door going ham ho You know who I am ho (GOTTI!) You say I robbed yo brother I don't give a damn though; he must've had the yams low He must've had them grams off weighing what I paid for Too many of them bands now he laying on his man floor I'm Yo Gotti n***a and I'm from North Memphis In East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the North with me [Hook] [Verse 7: Nicki Minaj] I got that hard Gucc, you know these b**hes easy I got that cold flu, I got that itchy sneezy You in that Mitsubishi, I'm in that Bentley GT I'm takin' trips with Papi, you walkie-talkie copy I got them pookie fiends, might rock some Juicy jeans I mean some Juicy sweats; maybe some blue Giuseppes I play foul; no free-throw, b**h I ball, no free show Deada**; no peep-show, bought our own condo, water-front condo Daughter, son dundo; watchin' Telemundo Flyer than a rocket, money in my polly-pocket What'chu coppin'? Keep that work inside my Pippi Longstocking, b**h [Hook]