Coke Boys

Uh

Mr. 16

Montana

Coke Boy

San Fran nigga






Middle fingers up in this mawfucka, I'm a mawfucka

Got the hammer right now in this mawfucka

I'm really in the game, I never change

You know the team, that's cocaine






Shit is real life, something more than lyrics

You niggas overnight, something like gimmicks

Feelings to the side, it's nothing more than business

Middle finger to the cops, you fucking with killers

Catch me in the lab, something like a chemist

Your man looking nervous, something like a witness (Snitch!)

Call the key, whipping like a slave

Catch me in the cut low, something like a fade

I'm blowing purple smoke, me and my kinfolk

Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink coat

All black everything with my brim low

Seattle smoke blowing out the window











Nigga you know the game

It's cocaine, bigger banks, niggas bossed up

The penalty for throwing ice is getting tossed up (Dig me?)

Stacks in abundance, a good grind will have you pulling racks by the hundreds

Coupe looking leche, banging like an essays

My young boys blowin trumpets like Dizzy Gillespie

Stack and a half's what I paid for the fresh 8

Shorty think I'm the bomb and I didn't even detonate

Riot squad, cocaine get your head right (Get it right)

For them things, get in his wig like head lice

Hurry up and die, they know I'm something fly

Name a crew hotter, you a fucking liar











Yo I never been a sucker, I gets the job done

Stand over a motherfucker, squeeze until he done

If you heard of BK, you know I'm not the one

I'll lay you where you stand, put that on my son

See, I don't know what you heard so I'm addressing all the rumors

Me losing my spot is like me losing my shooters

It won't happen, see I got this mac shit tatted

From shoulder to shoulder suck a dick to all the niggas ratting

And money's not an issue, but its coming in daily

Stashbox got a pistol for the jackers trying to trail me

Let the dogs hit the AC hold the ends & it'll lift up

I grip up, pull up on a kid and get lit up!











No more rosé, I'm starting to get dizzy

Got bottles of the Nuvo, just to look pretty

Strapped in the club, you know they don't frisk me

With all these jewels on, its hard to miss me

Got to hold down my borough, until they free Remy

But this is for, this is for, this is for my city, yung ones & Diddy

Uh, uh, got me feeling like Biggie

All about the Benjie's, streets in a frenzy

These niggas couldn't cut it, I'm something like a Jimmy

Gonna have to fight with the stacks dog

If you trying to bend knees, got me all in the mood all I'm thinking Tech this!