coca cola

Lyrics

[Intro] (Oh my god, Wesley) [Verse] Bih, got a new gun You try it, you just might die You try it, you just might fly These drugs fuckin' up my mind Yo' twin could get slimed I'm countin' up so many racks I still can't believe it's mine If I catch his ass in public Then you know I gotta bust it I just blew this band, like fuck it AR-15 got his ass duckin' And she blowin' my dick like a trumpet And my mama don't fuck with the cussin' And I stay with that bih like a Russian If we see his ass, then we rush him My twin out his top (He just might crash out) Pulled up to the bank, then pulled them racks out Bitch got a big mouth, she don't wan' be quiet, I think she fanned out They used to think I was a joke, now they a couple of fans now Yeah, we in that Redеye, we swervin', doin' donuts This nigga ain't got thе nerve, but he got the money, man, these niggas bogus I ain't finna fuck around, I ain't finna play, man, I gotta focus Bitch nigga want some views, we gon' give it to him, pussy, you get rolled up Foreign bih bad as hell, I forgot her name, think her name Lola Lil' Wes ain't no snake, but he finna strike shit like a cobra Bitch a one out of ten, she don't got a chance, sorry, it's a no, bruh We gon' get a nigga gone, we gon' close the case just like a folder I just poured a fuckin' four, I just popped a tab, no, I ain't no stoner Bitch playin' with her nose, she ain't on the gas, she on C-Coca-Cola [Outro] Hah Got a new gun You might fly Up my mind