King Coca (Intro)

[Chorus]
I used to be broke nigga, look at me
I ran through a twenty in Tennessee
Burberry with the [?]
You can't blame the bitch for feeling me
Designer my kicks, I'm so jugg rich
Livin' my life on some jugg shit
[?] got the stick with the full clip
We do not play 'bout the bullshit

[Verse]
Big Bs on a coupe, nigga
Blowin' on gas like a flute, nigga
Slammin' your ho out the oop, nigga
Sorry to say she a swoop, nigga
More money, more problems
More beef, more choppers
I never told you that I was a killer
I never gave me a fuck 'bout no nigga
Baddest of bitches gon' lay on my pillow
Juggin' niggas all the way in McDonalds
Buy me a spot up the street from my momma
While you was hatin' on the first tape, I had your ho suckin' dick in the Honda
This is not trap, this a whole 'nother genre
This shit [?] Rollies for all of your partners
I ran up a ten off a muhfuckin' dollar
[?] a little bit
Fuck up a check just a little bit
Jugg rich
We finna fuck up the city bitch
I'm livin' my life
All I wanted was a bankroll
So swole that it won't fold
Now they callin' me a asshole
Who the fuck this nigga think he is?
They call me Coca, no Cola, ho
Same nigga with a bad bitch
Makin' plays on a Motorola
Don't act like I ain't ever warn you
I'm finna fuck up the game, nigga
Everybody say a nigga changed
I'm still the muhfuckin' same, nigga