Young Cash - Pure Cocaine lyrics

[Chorus:] Pure c**aine, pure c**aine x3 All i ever served out in these streets is pure c**aine [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Remember me c**aina you like my best friend When I was down and f**ed up you got my a** in Far as I remember my n***a my life been full of pain I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain I laid that white on the table i watch em catch a drain I knew right then right there that I would never live the same I'm like a bird myself n***a wrap me up and move me I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me But you can't break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole) Its a drought on real n***as you already know I'm that ether n***a that fish scale You that oil base homie you don't cook well I'm Yo Gotti the king and i got that young cash New money in a muf**in dufflebag Old hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag Dope money b**h i keep a couple hundred stashed Chorus x2 [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Cocaina heavily cooking dope excessively Heavy risk activity my god given ability Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to ??? Shawty snort a lotta powder let her snort it off the bricks Gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder I'm so high I see stone mountain Gucci got the birds I ain't talking bout the Falcons Gucci slanging birds also known as a dragon Hundred pounds of mid-grade stash that in my magnum Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them Gucci mane ba*tard cook that dope faster Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma Coke stank dope stank smoking on my airplane 80 in the air mane bricks over here mane Chorus x2 [Verse 3: Young Cash] Yeah, I never thought I would be riding dirty on I-10 just re-up and flip again Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance Speed limit 65 so I'm going 62 Both hands on the steering wheel driving like a old lady do Crackers pull me over they ain't got sh** gotta let me dip Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip Usually keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full Not today on I-10 its nothing but me and Redbull Collared shirt brown slacks looking like a business man Bible on the pa**enger side yeah I'm a christian man Yeah I pray to god let me get these bricks back lord Please don't let these crackers try to search this lil ol' Honda accord sh** I'm wide awake, I ain't sleepy so I ain't gon swerve Told you I like to trap it when it rain I call em Thunderbirds Im the only one touch the work so I know its uncut Cause I don't move nothing but, nothing but, nothing but