Coke White, Starlight

I'm a big broad like Serena
Effeminate, offending them
Sipping green tea in my
Pendleton at Wimbledon
It's hunting season bro
You niggas is my venison
Why y'all acting like you fucking friends with them?
I'm ending them

Coke white, starlight
Hey la blanca donna
Mimosas in my sauna
Then I roll to Benihana
Smoking marijuana
With my trade from Nicaragua
My older sister swear she used to fuck with Capadonna

Oh nah, my bad, it was method
Never smile for these niggas
Been too wild for these niggas, bro
Yo, I keep my thoughts protected
Keep your dots connected
Keep your circle selective, girl

[x2]
You not a shotta
You fake thugs is pussy
Momma calls it like I see it, Johnny
That don't amuse me
And all you little fishes trying to get official
I make you swim out with those fishes
Make them match ya dentals

You not trap
You a fake rapper in expensive denim
You daytime my negro
You all my children
Little Boosie, nah, you more like Susan Lucci, brah
They clowns, fam, "No me leo con la sucia"

I'm good at getting niggas
Switch hit and flip the nigga
Call his baby mom's
So she can listen to my lick the nigga

I'm vengeful, I'm unsteady
I'm mad petty
Popping slores, you popping corks
Mad confetti

[Instrumental Break]

[x2]
"The opium room, they called it;
Little green, jade, smokey place
Cut like a sliver into the highway;
Dank spot, really
And with a music box filled up with just about everything."