Pure Cocaine

When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast

Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang

Bought her brand new shoes, told her, "Kick rocks"

Don't stand too close, diamonds, kickbox

Stay in red mean go, so I don't stop

I know they wish they can catch me but keep wishin'

You think I done turn into a fiend for these bitches

Tryna stuff as much as I can in these bitches

Made your bitch fuck on my man it's no difference

I ain't never pop no Xan, I sip sizzurp

If I ever have to turn on the gang, I won't do it

If I put it on a song, I seen it, or been through it

I can't put it in my song

I know how the Fed goes through it

Free all of the opps, but ain't no FamGoons

Gave me mama ten bands, sent her to Cancun

Got the crowd going dumb but I ain't no damn fool

If I went in there and did it, then maybe you can, too

We done came from a long way from broke and sharing shoes

When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast

Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang

When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast

Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang

Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag

New Era, I'ma dope boy, no cap

I'm livin' my best life, for real

Just left the dealership, no tag

If we opposite it won't work, it won't last

Be the opposite, knocked off, toe tags

Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad

They need me in the trap but I can't go back

I jumped out of Porsche with a hundred dollar slab

I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think

Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, call it

Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it

Big dog status, I ain't gotta sell drugs

Put my craft in the rap then I took off, yeah

New G Wagon, no key, this a push-start

I can hit the gas, make it disappear

When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast

Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang

When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast

Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang