coca cola

[Intro]
(Oh my god, Wesley)

[Verse]
Bih, got a new gun
You try it, you just might die
You try it, you just might fly
These drugs fuckin' up my mind
Yo' twin could get slimed
I'm countin' up so many racks
I still can't believe it's mine
If I catch his ass in public
Then you know I gotta bust it
I just blew this band, like fuck it
AR-15 got his ass duckin'
And she blowin' my dick like a trumpet
And my mama don't fuck with the cussin'
And I stay with that bih like a Russian
If we see his ass, then we rush him
My twin out his top (He just might crash out)
Pulled up to the bank, then pulled them racks out
Bitch got a big mouth, she don't wan' be quiet, I think she fanned out
They used to think I was a joke, now they a couple of fans now
Yeah, we in that Redeye, we swervin', doin' donuts
This nigga ain't got the nerve, but he got the money, man, these niggas bogus
I ain't finna fuck around, I ain't finna play, man, I gotta focus
Bitch nigga want some views, we gon' give it to him, pussy, you get rolled up
Foreign bih bad as hell, I forgot her name, think her name Lola
Lil' Wes ain't no snake, but he finna strike shit like a cobra
Bitch a one out of ten, she don't got a chance, sorry, it's a no, bruh
We gon' get a nigga gone, we gon' close the case just like a folder
I just poured a fuckin' four, I just popped a tab, no, I ain't no stoner
Bitch playin' with her nose, she ain't on the gas, she on C-Coca-Cola

[Outro]
Hah
Got a new gun
You might fly
Up my mind