Coke Cola (Brick Layer)

[Intro]
Yeah, Big H, Bloodline all day
I tell you niggas, I represent

[Verse 1]
This that hustler's trade, all my products are weighed
I'm talking big blocks, rocks cut with a blade
No shelves, sold within a couple of days
Cats on my phone, they want something to blaze
Call me Lord H, fuck a court case
Imma jump bail, make my own court date
Love a pretty gash, but for a bit of cash
I have her doing pipes like British Gas
Adore the champ, scores and a shank
Shotty in the bag watch me run up on a bank
You guys ain't eaten, still tryna break even
Imma leave the game, come back like Kevin Keegan
That gears splendid, highly recommended
I'm getting money cuddy, you'll probably feel offended
That's 4 grams, I've got some more plans

[Chorus]
It's the trophy holder, Mr Coke Cola
I'm getting money cuddy, you can smell the coke aroma
Big player, see he's a quick sprayer
Imma change my name, call me the brick layer [x2]

[Verse 2]
I don't tell jokes, (uh uh, uh uh) I sell smokes
I've seen cats smoke crack from a can of coke
No sense of humour, armed with the shooter
Serve crack but today I'll be the executor
Yeah it's H the soldier, niggas taking over
My kitchen, no food just baking soda
The drugs den, whole ends are [?] again
They're all sucking up tryna be the shotter's friend
Still hungry, shit'll get real ugly
I just pull up out the bloom, reveal the pumpy
Coke on the cookers, I turn hoes to hookers
Cut the crack then, give it to the drug pushers
All my fiends are craving, look like they've seen Satan
Keep calling my phone, I told them be patient
See me now, swear down, one sec
I done sold out, till there weren't a crumb left

[Chorus]