Pure Cocaine

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe, no brain)

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing (do my thing)

Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks

Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox

Think red means go so I don't stop

I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin'

You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches

Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches

Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no difference

I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp

If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it

If I put it on a song, I seen it or been through it

I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move

Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon

Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancún

Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool

If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too

We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe, no brain)

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing (do my thing)

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe, no brain)

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing (do my thing)

Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag

New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap

I'm living my best life for real

Just left the dealership, no tag

If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last

Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag

Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad

They need me in the trap but I can't go back

I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab

I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think

Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it

Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it

Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs

Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah

New G-Wagon, no key, this a push-start

I can hit the gas, make it disappear

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain (doupe, no brain)

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing (co my thing)

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain (doupe, no brain)

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing (do my thing)