Fat Trel - Coke & White b**hes: Chapter 2 lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Ant] Shout to my n***a P on the Boards (Oh, I see this must be G-14 cla**ified!) [Verse 1: A$AP Ant] Chickens on the sink, crack on the stove Triple beam for the weight, cut the middle man Tryna get 8 white b**hes snorting off the plate Coke from Columbia, riding 'round in the Benz Looking like a trap star, flipping raw day and night Tryna get my money right, naw I ain't living right f**ing b**hes all night, kick 'em out the next day Everyday is pay day Hit me with a half bring it back in two days Living in Cali by the oceans Condo got em open, long dick stroke em I send 'em to the husband, he over there fussing I'm over here f**ing no loving Puffing on heavenly, rock star 70's Slim pants, ripped jeans, Jeremy Scott wings Bucket hat on lean, counting up cream Rolling on beans, disobedient with dreams Tatted from neck to ear, b**hes they want to stare Macking with hoes as I pose Hammer in my drawers, Henny out my pores, as I pour Hit the blunt, 200 on the dash as I pa** [Hook: A$AP Ant] Coke and white b**hes Just coke and white b**hes [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Snatch a n***a Carties off his face, no burner Got a Eastside n***a that'll leave you on Vernor Burberry belt, yo b**h wanna unbuckle it Off of 2 lines, now she wanna s** on it IPhone ringing and it's all about a profit Coke and white b**hes, n***a that's the topic Smoking on them cookies, dropping ashes on the Balmain Ain't talking 'bout hooping, when she say ball game Drinking on a Tauca, b**h get naked Told that ho to s** my dick, she said "give me a second" The mothaf**in' bruiser put it all in your medula Hit the poop shooter, shoot it on her soup cooler [Hook] [Verse 3: Fat Trel] Okay, let's talk about alice, mansion out in Dallas Like to sniff white in my off-white palace Said she getting married, I love her for her talents And she love me cause I grind, I grind, I Malice Sniffing when she wake up, stripping with no makeup Ecstasy for dinner, I'm a winner, you a pay cut Skinny white b**hes, rich dyke b**hes E'ryday a movie, groupie Lee Spike living You ain't got no money cause you need white b**hes White S5 with switches, that's big business Living room filled with women, filthy living Whipping rental whips in the winter, December, n***a [Hook] [Verse 4: Gunplay] n***a, c**aine connoisseur, white b**h carnivore You can see I'm high, no need to ponder more I put my nose to the straw and tear the condom off, I know I'm kinda off Human bath salt, with a pa**port And a cracker ho that give me what I ask for It's a party, every b**h here named Molly 'til crazy a** Gunplay came and Tec Nined it Just a thug on d**, not doing much So skeed up, man I can't even nut Got the b**h jaw sore, ho can't even grub Who got the hoes and the blow, I wanna know, hit me up