Rohail - Cocaine/Courtyard Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Marko] She's a deity, in the light she, shines It's kinda hype that she might be, mine She might have a coke habit but she swears she's not an addict, As her plug I hope she likes these, lines Now we're buying up the whole mall I just wanna be someone she respects Her front halls got a f**ing Warhol just hanging out She told me that her daddy collects Yes, lets And I guess that makes sense I guess that explains why she never looks impressed Like, I pull up in the whip cruising Yalie down the strip Man its lit, and she's sitting there just starting at her texts Like, but I love her for that She never falls for it all in the bubble of rap She gets a call from a baller, she ain't calling him back She likes real sh** And I love her for that, yeah [Hook] If you want to hang out, you've gotta take her out, c**aine If you want to get down, get down on the ground, c**aine [Verse 2: Rohail] Scoop her up, peel off, coupe top real soft Could've guessed you from Europe The party loud, we still talked Ain't into pop, she pill pop Ain't into brands, but still cop Only things I still want: Me next to blow & next to you There's never things you never do... Cuz nothing ever new, but revenue yehyeh Then somehow on a roof Show her my side Yaletown in the view Pour you a gla** Are you down for a few? You the only one I text When I'm out with the crew, ooh Is you f**in' with that? Never had a whole cig Only she puff it & pa** I know you love Mojito's Get a double of that She always on her own wave & I love her for that yeah [Hook] [Cocaine Breakdown] (Courtyard Freestyle) [Verse 3: Marko and Rohail] Ripping down pacific in the lotus Then order horderves at the Opus Hopeless youth, they said we'd be homeless They're right, every night different hotels Different cities Different laws Different wine Different raw Different clubs Different broads But the same squad The same boys that were there from the punch From the cold and the bleak Now it's Kobe for lunch, ahh But f** it I got the clique on a flex f** it I'm ready to go and k** who is next Yea she f**ing and f**ing and s**ing like she does best Cause she don't drop jaws Man this b**h breaks necks What's next? Put your f**ing hands together like bless Finesse, in the Audi f**ing looking like s** Smoking bellys, watching Balotelli on the telly, flex No stress Yeah those kids from the courtyard next f** next, we now Yalie boys ain't f**ing 'round This is the calm before the storm Alexander Wang and that Comme Des Garcon Shopping with the gang, cop the whole store, like f** it Riding in the winter in the drop, f** it This ain't the same singer that dropped "f** It" How times have changed Weekends on the plane But we still love the block, f** it