Coke & Guns (feat. Benny the Butcher)

Yeah

Green Lantern

Shoutout BSF, Griselda

You know what it is

Soup kitchen

Look, yo

Sixty grams of Fetty Wap, sittin' on the countertop

It's a lot of death and paper, is you down or not?

My hitter walked out the Casino, he was down a lot

That's when he followed you home, that's when we found your spot

It's a tangled web we weaving out here

Brodie seen his opps, decided he gon' leave 'em out here

There's demons out here, the victim mother screaming out here

They sayin' I should leave my hood, but all my fiends is out here

Riding the course, hit the jail, I'm finding a horse

Who ride like a Porsche

Or they can catch us violent assaults

I'm back on the Ave, my tweakers on that shattery glass

Got rocked to sleep, he spent a lot with me, was sad that he passed

She seein' money and she fantasize

The horse tranquilizer float inside her made her paralyzed

They say the good die young, we ain't gon' never die

I'm gon' make a million out the window of this enterprise

Oh yeah

I had to make the bags move

I couldn't afford a bad move

If I took it, then I had to

When they see us, then it's bad news

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Names, I don't gotta say mines

Legendary shit like I'm A.I.

Brought the chip upstate like Jim Boeheim

I know it, these suckers, they gotta hate it

This year, I dominated, flew on private

Landed at Teterboro with a driver waiting

Hit the trap, dirty my hands, up early for bands

I had a eighty for a bundle, a buck thirty for grams

I had to take the respect I deserve as a man

Now the shit on my left wrist worth your advance

Can't talk no business shit with Benny unless you cut the Milly

I'm OT with OT, I'm really clicked in Philly

I'm flying out the plug while y'all **** flipping pennies

Re-in' up with twenty, yeah, I was really getting busy

You gotta watch out for snakes, they'll shake your circle

I was trappin' on parole, late, breaking curfew

Went from wrapping bricks in tape, selling weight in purple

To filming in my loft for a BAPE commercial

My bitch from the Ps, so I got money in the 'jects

Never front but I'm a threat, all I want is my respect

I been drumming, ya'll was deaf

You ain't feel me till I put a quarter in my driveway and a hundred on my neck

I had to make the bags move

I couldn't afford a bad move

If I took it, then I had to

When they see us, then it's bad news

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns