Who wants some coke

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Slimesito] My library style walk that '44 (brazy) Nigga start gettin' money, everybody my kinfolk I'm spiked up man, you know I went loco I really know, but I want act like I don't know I'm playin' dumb on niggas like I want a BOGO Outsmarting niggas 'cuz I got [?] Dat fire on me 'cuz you know that shit frio [DJ Smokey tag] This song... is a war crime! [Verse 2: Christ Dillinger] Come in the trap 'cuz we got what you need I'll server you that dope, I got mouths to feed Who wants some coke, who wants some drugs? Nigga run up on us, you could catch a slug I got all the coke, I got all the drugs I got all the bitches, I got all the hoes Smoking to shelf, and I'm blowing O's Been gettin' money since 12 years old Money longer than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Hit the store get my bitch Tom Ford Me and my hoe like Rihanna and Rocky Opp niggas mad as fuck, they can't stop me I'm ready to crash out like Eminem LV on the wrist, not one of them It's an OC80 not an OC30 Reach for the chain, hit with a 30 doin' 30 Bitch shut up, I know you heard me When I step in the trap, I'm like John Madden Fiends running back like Darren McFadden Every nigga with you broke, I can see a pattern I'm ready to crash out like Paul Walker Right wrist cost a Dodge Charger Left wrist cost a few months rent She gave good head, I might pay her rent She gave good head, Ima send a Cashapp She gave good head, Ima send a Zelle She gave good head, Ima send a PayPal I can't send a Venmo, I don't fuck with Venmo Niggas washed up like Clams Casino I'm the the one, Christ Dillinger Bambino Ran off on the plug with every C-note Pockets fat as fuck like Honorable C.N.O.T.E [Verse 3: Xhris2Easy] Who want some coke? Who want some drugs? 'lero want some coke 'lero want some drugs Uhh Christ need some drugs Drop us off a Perc Bitch I need a Perc Because my back hurt Man we carrying the game We be getting faded Tryin to blow up so I can buy myself a chain We carrying yo bitch, into the room At the club, to get some thick Feel like Ruben Slikk Salute to the bitch Bitch Mob in this bit' Bitch Mob fucking on yo bitch, man that's all I do [Verse 4: Christ Dillinger] Bitch pussy good so I send that money Better make sure I'm dead 'fore you take it from me Went out today got another B.B. Simon They tired of seeing me at B.B. Simon They tired of seeing me at Rick Owen They tired of seeing me at Comme de Garcons They tired of seeing me at Dior They ain't never seen me at Michael Coors Work so damn big they'll need a scale Perc30 hit like Christian Bale Both feet got Balenciaga on He ain't never had Balenciaga on If it was '03 I'd hand out mixtapes I was stuck in a K-hole, we can't escape She on that coke, she wide awake We got money now, I'm not tryin' to wait Servin' fiends smoking 3.5 Reaching for my chain, niggas gunna die Always keep it real, I don't gotta lie Leave a nigga dead and up in the sky [DJ Smokey tag]Shadow rich gang just took your soul, and you're never getting it back I have severe depression [Verse 5: Slimesito] Yeah My library style walk that '44 (brazy) Nigga start gettin' money, everybody my kinfolk I'm spiked up man, you know I went loco I really know, but I want act like I don't know I'm playin' dumb on niggas like I want a BOGO Outsmarting niggas 'cuz I got [?] Dat fire on me 'cuz you know that shit frio Yeah I remember days nigga, riding around Toledo I remember days that I was stuck in the trap, nigga I was stuck in the B-roll I raised the nigga man, you know he my [?] These niggas snitch man, they breaking in street clothes I'm on the plug with my phone, bought a pound of stank and I sell it like kilos Chop start clicking, now I'm finna reload These niggas get slime, do it like [?] [?] chain in here with clarity I'm too rich, slime man, I don't need security Yeah I'm in the trap nigga, and I'm totin' that '44 Nigga I shot my [?] 5 times now that nigga in love with the gun smoke [DJ Smokey Tag] Shadow Wizard Money Gang, we love casting spells