Cocaine & Kraft Dinner

(Verse 1: Mediumjay)
Mack with the cheese, Passionate g
Don't ask me for weed in the back of a passenger seat
It's a hassle for me, Devil keeps thinking he can dance with me
Nasty b, like a crack pre-teen, magically
I pop up on you niggas with the causalities
Masterpiece with cracker deeds
Scratch her knees, fuck a plan b
Drugs got me slower than a tortuous
Stuck in molasses be
Mechanically, all cash g, don't do plastic fuck the damn fees
Immaculate g, stacking cream
Passing dreams like I'm Sacortes
Oops I mean Socrates
Rich as monopoly, cocaine and kraft dinner got the cops watching me
She after my bread like a common thief
She after my balls like a soccer team
She wanna be friends fuck Comradery
My niggas spit gold that's a commodity
How's that for a salary?
Couldn't get nothing up outta me
Even if I gave you something up in a dream
I be standing over your bed waiting for an apology
Run around town with a whole lotta drugs
Whole lotta slugs for a whole lotta guns
Whole lotta thugs, wanna whole lotta funds
And a whole lotta niggas wanna hold my nuts
Spittin' so vicious, my niggas do addition
Two girls on top of my call it division
Big baller business, can I get a witness
Niggas on soundcloud like who the fuck is this
Call me Mr. Bitches, Mr. Get Right on the beat bro
Gave me the cheat codes, Ridin around with a whole lotta heat though, while my seat low, call me El Nino
All coke diet, we pretend to be pirates
Like captain just stand over there and look at my privates
Never get the best of me, winnings the recipe
BLOOD RUNS THICK, WHEN YOU DENY YOUR DESTINY

Fuck em all bro, Smoke em out like Marlboro
Have em looking for em like where's waldo
Keys of coke in the condo, G's I blow on coke like Jon Jones
Keep the nine on me like Rondo, Plus I'm 5'9 like Royce
Hitting prime time with the boys
Pull up in the hood they rejoice
Need a voice to make em moist
Love the flow its lovable
Keys of dope we double oz
Triple beam up on the scale, Mac and Cheese up on the low
Mothafuckas hate dirty money, but I cannot blow
Give me the throne bitch, verbal hypnosis
Splitting dope shit, call it mitosis
Split your wig and run off with your shit
Snatch your kids, fed drugs by the doses
Follow me like Moses, Gold-ish brown like toast is
Stick to me like post-its, Rub it in like lotion
Motion of the ocean creates the potions
For you mothafuckers come back for some mo shit
Hit em with the mofuckin'

(Hook: Mediumjay)
Cocaine and Kraft dinner (x3)
Counting all this cash nigga
(2x)

(Verse 2: Mitchy Moo)
Red dots and red lines, cocaine and red signs
Looking back at red ties, relax and head right
Vomiting these dollars, bitches holla tripping
I ain't really wit it, always tryna get it
Holla when you dollars triple, talking digits
Topple fingers
All y'all figures better figure
30 digits, honest kids is fake as holograms n filters
Fill a cunt and call it gospel
Bitch its God's arena, Honest God's appealing
All this shit that i've been deep in
Wonder why the fuck you hate me
Fuck yo bitch and made you tape it
Fucked you bitch and had her taped down
I fucked you bitch and made you face it
I ain't really in the mood, to put up with yo crew
I swear to God if you make a move, i will heat you up like suns do
This shit ain't fair, it ain't a taxi
I got yo bitch up in my backseat
She wanna suck and juggle both them nuts
She think you bunk as fuck and huffle puff
Two fours gimme two more
You hard to do as new porn
Bitch smoking hot like newports
You see you suck vacuum source

Got it made in my trap, Cause I'm made in my trap
Got two pots in the kitchen, Kraft dinner and crack
(2x)

You see me you couldn't, I look in the bottle the fuel that I shouldn't
Fuck model on model, you think that I wouldn't
I got it, I got it, you know that I'm booking
Inside I'm a novel, I outta go Gooden
I'm rotten, might pop ya for looking
Droppin' these coppers, drop bombs, atomic as bush's
Washin' these dollars no need for coolant
Damn