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[Verse one: COCAINE KRUEGER]

Got some-Got some loud by the ounce
Got some coke by the pound
Got a sack of dog food [?]
I’ma beast with this shit
Call me the new El Chapo
In my pockets bro
Get the strap
Go and rob folks
I ain’t got the time to
Go and get a fuckin’ job bro
Dude was talkin’ shit
Thats how he got his fuckin’ jaw broke
Get yo’ car broke, into
Jack yo’ radio
I don’t need it
But I’ll sell it just to make some extra dough

[Verse 2 (Slowed Verse): COCAINE KRUEGER]

Hit the dope
Wake up and I smell the clothes I throw on
Smellin’ like some liqour
Last night I was gone of Hydrocodone
I’m trippin’
Mane I’m high as fuck
Hope you got yo pistol tucked
I’ll bust and blow yo’ brains apart
Blood and bodies laying in the dust
I must and I will
Make the money even if I have to kill
This shit ain’t a thang to me
I’ll do it and I’m for real
This ain’t no rap this a confession hoe
You better count your blessings
‘Fore i desecrate your wrist
With pressure from the Smith & Wesson with me