Cocaine

[Verse 1]
No sleep, gold mines
Trap hard, ghost lines
Coke lines, I don’t need no cosign
Dope boy and that’s in a dope ride
F boy, I don’t need no ghostwriter
Old boy hear I’m coming outside
For these fuck boys I keep a fucking 4 5
In the trunk, full of pumps, like I keep a flat tire
All you fucking rappers lying in your fucking rap lines
Even though this money one can’t buy time
So I’m always on my grind, I be like fuck a nine to five
I got a plug, I got some drugs, I got some guns, me killers ride
I just left [?] grove, saw some bitches from my honor roll
And they stripping on the pole for diamonds and gold
Rich or broke, the devil want to sell my soul
But I tell him no, I’d rather sell this coke
I’d rather sell this coke
I’d rather sell this coke
Instead of going broke

[Hook]
Rather sell this coke
Fell in love with the plug
I fell in love, I’d rather sell this coke
I fell in love with the plug
I fell in love, I’d rather sell this coke

[Verse 2]
No games, gold mines
We fresh, we fly
So fly you can keep your stylist
So fly I’ma need a copilot
Three cellphones, six traphouses
My girl want to leave me cause she know we really ‘bout it
I just need a down bitch
Straight from out of town bitch
One that will not trip when I am moving up a pound quick
I see no love, I just see more drugs
Counting C-notes, go at me [?]
I’m singing dope songs like I need a kilo
Turn that soft and that hard like I’m Margarito
We don’t touch gloves ‘less we trust them
Bitch we bust guns for these fuck boys
Man my dreads swing, and my chains swing
And my wrist bling, and my gun bang
From selling cocaine
From selling cocaine
From selling cocaine
Live in the dope game

[Hook]
Rather sell this coke
Fell in love with the plug
I fell in love, I’d rather sell this coke
I fell in love with the plug
I fell in love, I’d rather sell this coke