Coke Boys 6 [w/ DJ Drama] Album Lyrics by French Montana

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Intro

(Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)

Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in
We had to get back in the neighborhood, it's out of control
These kids wanna shoot people in the foot
Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner
(Coke Boy, baby)

(If your beauty I'd no longer see) haha, we ain't been here in a minute
I guess it was about that time
(Would you leave me?)
We back at it (pretty baby)
Coke Boys 6, the god's here
(And if I thought it best to set you free) oh yeah
After this, the price is goin' up, like the 80's (yeah, would you hate me?)
DJ Drama (if you would, please tell me now, so I can-)
Montana (Gangsta Grillz)

Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)
You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)
Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)
Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)

(If I thought it best to set you free) if I thought it best
Set you free (yeah)
(Would you hate me?) Would you hate me?
Y'all ready? (If you would, please tell me now, so I can-)
(Gangsta Grillz)

Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)
You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)
Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)
Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)

Money to the plug
The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk
We paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up
No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked
The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug

They say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)
Got the police state to state
This shit too real, you can't relate
Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate
I want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)
Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate

Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her
In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)
Introduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to ashes (Bronx to ashes)
Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress kill us faster (kills us faster)
You mistaken that, attention for success
I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, the wave like Cardi baby (baby)

Nigga, it's, "F*ck you, pay me" (f*ck you)
And you know I'm from the Bronx
Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi
Benz black, Audi it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy
One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium
They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)
The pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie

They shot him at Mercedes, screamin', "Should've paid me"
He thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (damn)
I made a killin' off the shop-steps
Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness
I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest

She ain't ever seen this view (view), Whoopi Goldberg
A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole verse
Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)
Sober lately, hard to line me
Real success is keepin' bars behind me
Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie
First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)
Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces
Miller with the pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces

California King sheets, satin Fendi pillow cases
Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces
Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages
And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages
Minor league to the majors, give my workers higher wages
And I get high off the za', grabba with the papers
Loud probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors
They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors

One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (block)
Cookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks
Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)

(Gangsta Grillz)

Welcome to '23
The Jordan of this shit
Mixtape king, like LBJ
CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy
The wave's back
Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride
Yours truly
I wanna welcome y'all out
To none other than somethin' legendary
Coke Boys 6, suckers

These kids don't wanna pay no homage
They wanna forget who influenced 'em
You should let me loose on 'em
I'll go 'round the neighborhood with a basket, you know
They can put what they got in their pockets in there
Fives, tens, nickels, dimes
They treatin' pennies like they're sewer cats, mo

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The Oath

Ladies and gentlemen
The very word secrecy is repugnant
In a free and open society
And we are as a people, inherently and historically
Opposed to secret society, secret oath and a secret proceeding
We decided long ago
That the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment
Far outweigh the dangers of our nation (let's get to it)

Yeah, kitchen cookin' O's (servin')
Thirty-six of those, lil' one, you got his soul (the whole thing)
Dolla on the beat and niggas got a zone (zone)
I'm at these niggas necks, like a collarbone (Gangsta)
I'm ballin' on these f*ckers, all net
If it ain't about a check, I don't stress (tell 'em), nah
I let my money work out, both legs
Take a sip of water, do some more sets (yay)
You're rockin' with the new illuminati, all-black Maserati (that's right)
Careful how you talk, my young boys' kamikaze (what?)
Started from the block to a hundred M's
New ghost Rolls in a set of gems (what?)
Shit, nigga, you damn right
Whipped it on the stove (woo), just to get my fan right (for sure, man)
Coke Boy, nigga, we airtight (tight)
Pop the pill, sip the lean, we gon' take flight (flight)
The fact that I'm doin' good, they wanna pull me back (back)
Grind like a mule, hard work is what you lack (for sure)
Light a candle, say a prayer for the past homies
Ain't belong in here (rest in peace)
Out on the block where the homicides go down (what?)
Fast money never slow down (uh)
Cycles on and on, like a merry-go-round (uh)
A few you make it out, except for the chosen ones (woo)
You heard many songs, this the unspoken one (shh)

(Dedicated)
All I ask is a lil' secrecy
Only the real niggas know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout
To my nigga Chinx Drugz (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, yes, it's Drugz
F*ck how I get mine, nigga, get yours
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Haha
CB6
(Coke Boy, baby)
For our loved ones
All our fallen soldiers (yeah)
DJ Drama

Pop Smoke, Nipsey Hussle, King Von, Chinx Drugz
Triple X, Juice WRLD, Fred tha God (love you niggas)
Fifteen roaches on my face, like I was Puffy Combs (Puffy Combs)
Fifteen hitters with me, shootin' like they Eddie Jones (Eddie Jones)
I was trippin' off my weight, mixin' Percs with tequila (Perc's with tequila)
From a feelin', now my diamonds dancin' like Triller
We was hustlin' on the block, from the housin' departments
Stand in middle of the street, like I was Paul McCartney
Me and Chinx racin' foreigns, got Pop on the chorus (vroom)
You know legends never die, king like Notorious (never)
I done skipped death twice, here to tell you stories
They done shot me in the head, that's the price I'm payin'
That new illuminati, all yellow-red Bugatti
Racin' through the back-blocks, like it's Abu Dhabi
Bumpin' Maserati Fox in that black Maserati
I sipped lean with Mac Miller, rest in peace, God heal us
Rolled around with Big Pun through the South Bronx slums
Bumpin' Punisher, tell Allah "Take me, I'm a punisher"
And God told you
If you try to control what Saudia control, it controls you
Gotta watch they actions, not they captions
Coke Boys, we're livin' with a passion (with a passion)
A few make it out, except for the chosen ones (chosen ones)
You heard plenty songs, this the unspoken one (Gangsta Grillz)

All I ask this year is we stay alive
We stay great
Hip-hop, we need you
I pray to God, all my niggas up there
Y'all lookin' down on us and you proud of us
You see, legends never die
Legacy's are forever
A message to the entire community
We better than this
When will it stop?
I'm tired of losin' my niggas
A dedication, peace signs up

Light a candle, say a prayer
Light a candle, say a prayer
Light a candle, say a prayer
Love you, my niggas
Light a candle, say a prayer (for life)
Light a candle, say a prayer

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Chit Chat

Let's have a chit chat
Dramatic, nigga (D-D-Dramatic)

Life ain't regular, the new 20-20 Hugh Hefner
In the future like a Jetson, hover scooters like a Vespa
Gotta guess, please attest, ask no questions (woo)
I'ma hit it, I'ma kill it (yeah), R.I.P., laid out on stretcher (woo, woo)
Uh, eat the vegetable (woo, woo)
Eco-friendly, might invest into a Tesla (brr)
Let it register (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa (baow, baow)
(Gangsta)

MarGielaa, man, I ain't even with that chit chat (woo)
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool (ha), when we pull up, get back (huh)
Got a lame nigga callin' (huh), 'cause he want his bitch back (woo)
Damn (brr)

Hold up, I'ma give it right back (woo, brr)
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can't afford that (baow)
Got some boomin', in Margiela's, five racks plus tax (yeah)
Fake niggas always lackin', why they get they movin' like that? (Yeah)
Ayy, skrrt off with your shorty in a beamer (yeah)
Say you lookin' for her, I ain't never see her (yeah, whoa)
Came from duckin' felonies and misdemeanors (woo, woo)
Ain't wanna see us cappin', down in big arenas (woo, woo)
I'm big G.R.A.P.E, but I got an old demeanor (woo)
They wrong though, 'cause you know I keep my nina (woo)
Haters always hatin', get no money, they can't keep up (woo)
Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up (woo)

MarGielaa man, I ain't even with that chit chat (woo)
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at (ha)
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back (Montana)
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back (haan)
Damn

Eight row road chain, on body beamers (skrrt)
South Bronx, Mona Lisa, anybody seen her (woo)
Montana, man, whip it up before I get back (yeah)
Got a thing with me, wanna f*ck? No chit chat (haan)
Two-hundred bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrap (woo, woo, woo)
Yeah, Taliban, rack top, niggas big cap (woo, woo, brr)
Yeah, marchin' band, hundred rounds hangin' off the chopper (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, brr)
2020 Don, yeah, Phantom of the Opera (haan)
Word to them crabs on the island eatin' lobster (woo)
Straight to the back, she hold my dick like an Oscar (ah)
Wait 'til you see it from the photo (photo)
Shooter with me, ridin' with a sawed off (sawed off, baow)
I'll never do my dawg like Manolo (Manolo)
Paparazzi pay a hunnid bands for the photo
I'll spin the block, blow the top off your coupe
Montega man, MarGielaa man what it do? (Haan)

MarGielaa man, I ain't even with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back
Damn (Gangsta Grillz)

Too late
Took your bitch to Paris like Mason Martin
Hahaha

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Yes I Do

(Skrrt, skrrt) F*ck it up
(Let's do it, Maths) Oh, yeah

Twenty-twenty bands on the Rosé, yeah, I'm leanin' (yes, I do)
Hit the back pot with Rozay, now I'm winnin' (yes, I do)
No way that's your girl, homie, I done hit her (yes, I do)
No way f*ck with a girl and I ain't hit her (yes, I do)
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty, ho' (yes, I do)
Got 'em all comin', try to fit 'em all in a row (yes, I do)
Keep it on a hush, kilos from Panama (yes, I do)
No cameras, white bitch, she from Canada (yes, I do)

Go-go-go and tell my opps I don't want no smoke (yes, I do)
Go-go and tell the cops I don't got no dope (yes, I do)
I-i just copped a truck, I don't want the drop (yes, I do)
That-that bitch got me mad, I don't want the box (yes, I do)
Right-right on snapbox, MAC-MAC-MACs on MACs, no laptops (yes, I do)
I like 'em natural, I-I-I don't pay for ass shots (yes, I do)
I-I just swipe, I don't ever check the price (yes, I do)
I-I-I don't wife her if I f*ck the first night (yes, I do)

Twenty-twenty bands on the Rosé, yeah, I'm leanin' (yes, I do)
Hit the back pot with Rozay, now I'm winnin' (yes, I do)
No way that's your girl, homie, I done hit her (yes, I do)
No way f*ck with a girl and I ain't hit her (yes, I do)
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty, hoes (yes, I do)
Got 'em all comin', try to fit 'em all in a row (yes, I do)
Keep it on a hush, kilos from Panama (yes, I do)
No cameras, white bitch, she from Canada (yes, I do)

Certified suck your dick, my nigga
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout? Deadass
Certified grab your dick with my lip
(Coke Boy, baby)
(French Montana, they ain't gon' like you)
I would do a lifetime sentence and kill you over my bitch, my nigga
That's my bitch, and on the dead homies, nigga
I would kill you over some pussy, dawg

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Project Baby (Remix)

Vory, what up?
You know what it is
When you hear that
Haan
Coke Boys
Yeah (Montana)
Gangsta Grillz

I come from the gutter, I'm a project baby
My heart way too damaged, don't think God can save me
Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin' brazy
Not tryna die sober, 'cause my life too crazy, yeah (y'all not like us, yeah)

Ayy, do this for my family, give a f*ck 'bout Grammy's
I feel better when I'm with my family, off Patrón and Remy, that shit been better
Shot gon' take it wherever if they try to end me
Know a nigga got a bullet loaded, tryna write my ending, oh (Gangsta Grillz)
Fly Ty, that's my nigga, f*ck with him, get your shirt tie-dyed (yeah)
Flyin' state to state with all them blues, catchin' a red eye
Opps been posted tryna make they move, but we ahead high
I still wish more life upon my opps even though he a dead guy (f*ck 'em, oh, baby)

Yeah, I come from the gutter, I'm a project baby (Kodak, yeah)
My heart way too damaged, don't think God can save me (yeah)
Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin' brazy (yeah)
My bitch way too damaged, don't think God can save her (hey)
She know she protected by my ghetto angels (git)
Baby, how do I learn to love myself?
Oh, baby, how do I do this by myself? (Montana)
Oh, baby (talk to 'em, French)

Project baby, livin' fast
Blues, I ain't breakin' half
Watch your wallet, pitchin' 'til they leave so I can take the stash (ah)
Strapped in a round of competition, we was runnin' laps (bah-bah, bah-baow)
Told shawty, I ain't Keith Sweat, I can't make it last
Make it last forever (woo)
Fresh out the bricks
My ghetto angel ain't got wings, he fronted me a brick
She's switchin' for a C-note, she'll do you like G-Money Denino (we all we got)
Have you cryin' in the streets like Benzino (ah)
All this shit is new to me
What's cool to you ain't cool to me
He told on his brother, imagine what he gon' do to me?
Left my trust at the door
Hundreds stashed in the floor
Brown bags got a lot, like Savage and Cole (haan)

I come from the gutter, I'm a project baby
My heart way too damaged, don't think God can save me
Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin' brazy
I'm just misunderstood but they rather call it crazy (oh, why? Gangsta Grillz)
Crazy, crazy
Baby, oh, baby
Crazy, oh, crazy

They don't call me shit, they just call me project baby
I ain't gon' lie (yeah)
I still got a chip on my shoulder (oh)
So this year (so this year)
I'm goin' crazy (I'm goin' crazy)
Tried to say (say, say)

I have given every single thing
Every ounce of my life to this craft, to perfecting my craft
And I continued to do so
And in the process, I have lost my mind
To regular society

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Max B Skit

[Max B & Lil Mo Mozzarella]
Hold on, we ready? We on record?
We on record, baby
Listen, let me just talk my shit, 'cause it been a lil' minute
Aight, shout to my motherf*ckin' man, the Don Montana
You already know, it's the motherf*ckin' Money Heist
It's your boy Max Biggavel', we here
Rest in peace Chinx, we here, this shit is real
Don Montega, Max Biggavel'
I love what you doin', nigga, keep up this great work
We on our f*ckin' way and we gon' shut the game down, nigga
Y'all niggas get y'all shit ready
It's my boy Tom, it's the Money Heist, nigga
Y'all niggas gеt your bags together
And we takin' all this shit
Wе comin' in, we comin', nigga
We takin' this shit in cold blood, nigga
Ayy, ayy, French, nigga, do what you do
Rest in peace Chinx
Rest in peace to all the fallen s-, all the fallen soldiers
Man, we miss y'all, we love y'all, hold it up
Lemonade, you already know what it is
It's been a lil' minute since I said somethin'
But, um, I'm just talkin' my shit
My nigga-, my nigga Don Montana holdin' it up
You already know, Max Biggavel' on this motherf*ckin' wave, nigga
I'ma be out, nigga
2-Ball, Al, get it right
Wave Daddy, Wave God, Max Biggavel' shinin' off
Ayy, French, I love you
Good lookin' on that motherf*ckin' money
All this-, nigga, you holdin' it up, nigga
Al, we on our way
(Gangsta Grillz)
One, hahaha
One, nigga, it's the Money Heist
It's the Money Heist, hey, Paul?
Yeah, bro, hahaha

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Not So Bad

Kiss the girl and make 'em cry
(Free Biggaveli)
Back at it again
Saga begin (saga begin, uh-huh), saga begin
Oh, yeah
Saga begin
When Max get home

Kiss the girls and make 'em cry (we back at it again)
(Baby)
Them bottles come in (bottles come in), then the models come in
(It's not so bad)
We back at it again
(It's not so bad at all)

Streets so cold, I wonder why (why?)
I thought I'd seen it all (seen it all)
Every mornin', I wake up, grab my extendo (extendo)
'Cause I can't sleep at all (can't sleep at all)
And even if I could, I still think I won't be straight (I won't be straight)
With Max behind that wall (behind that wall)
It reminds me that it's not so bad (it's not so bad)
It's not so bad (DJ Drama, Gangsta—)

Bruce Willis, die hard, old habits, nine cars
Horsepower, no carriage, we established, who the waviest? (Waviest)
Countin' M's, we the shadiest (the shadiest)
ICU nights, strapped to my hand was my alias (ah, ah)
Clap me or clap for me, lot of me, a lie for me
We was gettin' high like the zombies in Nairobi (Coke Boy, baby)
Been stylin', city island, buckin' with the salmon (with the salmon, French Montana)
That's wallahi, stackin' like Mohammad Bin Salman (wallahi)
A.I, no practice, Michael Finley, old Mavericks (old Mavericks, uh-huh)
But gold chapters, white chandeliers, stone cactus (stone cactus, woo)
We was blacklist, now I slap them with a different actress (different actress)
And what you charge for your advance, I grab from the afters
(Montana)

Streets so cold, I wonder why (why?)
I thought I'd seen it all (seen it all)
Every mornin', I wake up, grab my extendo (extendo)
'Cause I can't sleep at all (can't sleep at all)
And even if I could, I still think I won't be straight (I won't be straight)
With Max behind that wall (behind that wall)
It reminds me that it's not so bad (it's not so bad)
It's not so bad

Gangsta Grillz (kiss the girls and make 'em cry)
I told y'all before
If I wasn't a DJ
I would have been a surfer
I mean
My waves are the biggest
I stay in the pocket
And I ain't never been wiped out (been wiped out)
Hahaha, Montana, Biggaveli, holla at me

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Igloo

You know what it is
When you hear that (yeah), "Haan" (yeah)
Yessir
Yeah

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle (haters in one circle)
I ain't never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo (pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one

(Gangsta Grillz)
You know what it is
I was gon' give y'all a chance to catch up
When you hear that (yeah)
(Dramatic)
Haan
Y'all niggas takin' too long though (yeah)
Yeah (hahaha)

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle (haters in one circle)
I ain't never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo (pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh
Bet you heard I'm chill, but 'bout that money, I've been to kill somethin'
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that (yeah)

I'm gettin' money and she know it (and she know it)
I know that backdoor closed, but I've been out here hustlin'
F*ck that shit, I kick the door in
They saw me at my lowest (at my lowest)
And they ain't help or nothin'
They gon' ask for handouts when they see me get that bag in
I'm a hustler, right?
Project baby, ain't have shit, but turned up my whole life
All my niggas shit too, I just paid three-hundred for this quarter
Got me back and forth to school
I was outside every night, like I ain't have nothin' to lose
I was trappin' like a motherf*cker
Tryna move my mama out that crib we got evicted from
Landlord gave us pink slips
Now they can't come close to this lil' house, 'cause, bitch, it's my shit
Nigga say he up more than my gang, this nigga lyin'

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle (haters in one circle)
I ain't never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo (pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh
Bet you heard I'm chill, but 'bout that money, I've been to kill somethin'
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that

Ridin' with the horses, bitch, no Kentucky Derby (skrrt)
Stay schemin', f*ck boys plottin', tryna hurt me (tryna hurt me)
Ridin' with the 'Wop, spin the block, 'til I'm dizzy (haan)
My old hoes watchin' me on TV, know they miss me (know they miss me)
Gettin' money and she know it (and she know it)
While she chargin', fill the box
Frontin' like she model when she horny (ah)
And niggas ain't nobody ('body)
Your guns ain't got no bodies (bodies)
Tryna make my heart stop and lean with the molly (lean with the molly)
You don't need no passport to go to Vulture Island (ah)
Never came back when I got it off consignment
My homie say he want it, if you got it, he gon' leave with it
Couldn't pop his chain, so he dragged 'em down the street with it

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle (haters in one circle)
I ain't never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo (pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh
Bet you heard I'm chill, but 'bout that money, I've been to kill somethin'
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that

He just took a Perky pill, waitin' on this bitch to work
I be sellin' weed like a tree, he's tryna sell the Earth
Nigga, I ain't took nothin'
All that woofin' on the 'Gram gon' get your bitch f*cked (mm)
He think he lit 'cause he got money, nigga, f*ck you
A big gorilla, even by myself, like King Kong (King Kong)
Yeah (yeah), I still pray to G-O-D, try your luck, I'll bet you see
I bring QC, like I'm P, I be easy, like I'm E
I bought drugs in this car, wrapped 'em in the baby seat
He still prayin' to Allah, but he blow pistols, like a neek
I'm a four-wall nigga, I don't give a f*ck
I call niggas my step-son, that's 'cause I raised 'em
I'ma take that drive to the country to get 'em off
I ain't trippin' who I served, 'cause once I sell 'em, then they sold, yeah

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle (haters in one circle)
I ain't never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo (pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh
Bet you heard I'm chill, but 'bout that money, I've been to kill somethin'
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that

(Gangsta Grillz)
Where Vulture Island (yeah)
Comes to Culture Island (yeah)
That's a Gangsta Grillz (yeah)
Y'all still arguin' about who the greatest is?

---

Slidin

Woo-oh-oh
Woo-oh-oh

I'm slidin' in a beamer, niggas wanna be us
I'm just tryna lay low and focus on the detail
I've been ridin' 'round tryna stop, by my lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie
And I never had a savior, never was a stranger
I was ridin' 'round tryna find a different thing, though
I have been ridin' 'round tryna stop, by my lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie
And we still standin', diamonds ain't dancin
You don't really feel me, you don't gotta understand it
Livin' in the moment man, I never really planned it
Livin' for the moment, you don't get no second chances

I won't stop you
We ain't stoppin', we still ridin'
But we still ridin', we still slidin', we still

I'm slidin' in a beamer, niggas wanna be us
I'm just tryna lay low and focus on the detail
I've been ridin' 'round tryna stop, by my lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie
And I never had a savior, never was a stranger
I was ridin' 'round tryna find a different thing, though
I have been ridin' 'round tryna stop, by my lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie

I won't stop (we be slidin', we slidin')

Never get distracted
Our people who ain't even on the track put the city on the map
760 Beamer, slidin' through Tremont
Washin' dirty money, tryna get my soul cleaned up
Shorty check the view from the top, it ain't lonely
Count a million cash from the drop, kill 'em slowly
I be slidin' realer, fresh up out the field
Hustlers move in silence, you ain't never heard a tree grow
Dippin' in that foreign, all gas, no brakes
You ain't got no room to grow if you ain't makin no mistakes
Don't worry 'bout you gettin' used, worry 'bout you bein' useless
Drop top 'Gati and it's ruthless
Let them suckers do the talkin', let the healin' do the time
Love me, I'm in your heart
Hate me I'm on your mind, haan

I'm slidin' in a beamer, niggas wanna be us
I'm just tryna lay low and focus on the detail
I've been ridin' 'round tryna stop, by my lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie
And I never had a savior, never was a stranger
I was ridin' 'round tryna find a different thing, though
I have been ridin' 'round tryna stop, by my lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie

---

Choose You

Hmm, boy, we had a time last night
Boy, we had a time last night
Baby
I don't care what you heard
I'm not one of them
They say what they want
They still chose me
(Gangsta Grillz)

All these bitches and I choose you (ooh)
Try a bitch, top down when I cruise through (ooh)
Nobody know them like you used to (ooh)
Still tippin' off the usual (ooh)
I ain't nothin' that you used to now
Different vibes when we cruise through now (it's just different)
From the bottom with you 'til now (ooh)
Everybody wan' choose you now (choose you now)

She bloom like the flower (flower)
Bricks build a tower (tower)
Minutes to the hour (the hour)
Levels to the power (the power)
Black set of fobs, rooftops with my dawgs (dawgs)
Best Coke, yeah, sniped Serena at the French Open
I can't lie, niggas reachin' for what they can't buy (they can't buy)
I been followin' when Crack told you get your hands high (up, hands high)
All the way up, on an island with the seagulls (up)
Desert twins eagle, flyin' birds with my people (twinsmatic)
I get a hundred on my face car
Abu Dhabi with the space car (space car)

All these bitches and I choose you (ooh)
Try a bitch, top down when I cruise through (ooh)
Nobody know them like you used to (ooh)
Still tippin' off the usual (ooh)
I ain't nothin' that you used to now
Different vibes when we cruise through now (it's just different)
From the bottom with you 'til now (ooh)
Everybody wan' choose you now (choose you now)

I know you need a stand up nigga
Ten toes down nigga
Stand up for me
In the bedroom, have the champagne pourin'
We get on it, when we get lonely
You know who to call, baby
When you phone home
When he ain't home, I mean, when it ain't
PJ's on my PJ lit
Franchise girl in my white tee livin'
Leave your panties hangin' on my dresser (woo)
Throw some diamonds on you, ain't no pressure (woo)
Ain't no words for

All these bitches and I choose you (ooh)
Try a bitch, top down when I cruise through (ooh)
Nobody know them like you used to (ooh)
Still tippin' off the usual (ooh)
I ain't nothin' that you used to now
Different vibes when we cruise through now (it's just different)
From the bottom with you 'til now (ooh)
Everybody wan' choose you now (choose you now)

Welcome to the Sniper Gang
And we use silencers
Shh

---

RZA

I pledge allegiance to the Coke Boys
Special for the streets
(Coke Boy, baby)
I pledge allegiance to the Coke Boys (uh)

Smoked 'em like a Lucy (Lucy), money thing like Karrueche
Servin' that raw sushi, get it off the 'Gram like Boosie (Boosie)
Sicker than your average (Average), brick up in the attic (attic)
Selektah with the Statik, Nowitzki with the Mavericks (woo)
My opps need nine lives, this shit dizzy in a high-rise
Self-made, no allies, wave guard, we top five (wave)
Sticky in the drop, uh, milli' with the chop (skrrt)
Million dollar game, feel like Gillie with the pop
'Rari, four-hundred horses (horses), drippin' like a broken faucet (faucet)
Black spider Porsches, I'm doin' a lot on crosses (Asalam Alaykum)
I need mines in dollars (dollars), keep your blogs and flowers (flowers)
Jackin' styles, niggas owe me, YK Osiris (ah)

But I'll be (but I'll be), I follow OG's, not the IG (not the IG, ayy)
Fresh up out the lobby (ayy, ayy), I follow OG's, not the IG (not the IG)
Still throwin' parties when an opp die (ah-baow-baow-baow)
Got a bad bitch from the Southside (Southside)
Montana smokin' on your Rushmore (the Butcher comin', nigga)
Coke Boys knockin' at your front door (yo)

They wonder how I got this hot and I'm still hungry
'Cause that few million a nigga done touched, they know real money
I was spendin' stacks on clothes, figure I'd attract some hoes
Front row at fashion shows, never was my fashion goal
S550 coupe, pitch black, tint black, my bitch black
Face on the Rollie, even this black
Big gun, we don't need no mishaps, corner boy
F*ck you talkin' old money for when I spent that?
Racks on a jet, I'm landin' somewhere in Vegas
Just to curb my enthusiasm, like Larry David (hahaha)
I'm ten times better, but I'm not near as famous
'Cause paparazzi don't take pictures at where I'm hangin', mm
And if she broke, I can't stand the bitch (hate her)
I won a couple championships, now I'm in a more fancy shit
I'm hands-on when I'm stampin' bricks
I really flew Southwest, my plug got a mansion with a landing strip
They hear this shit and start to think, "Is it really me?"
That me and Reg served the whole city in that Infinity (no comment)
Get with us, then tell me, if I give off the energy
Ex-drug dealer, rapper, I'm the epitome, it's Butch

But I'll be (but I'll be), I follow OG's, not the IG (not the IG, ayy)
Fresh up out the lobby (ayy, ayy), I follow OG's, not the IG (not the IG)
Still throwin' parties when an opp die (ah-baow-baow-baow)
Got a bad bitch from the Southside (Southside)
Montana smokin' on your Rushmore (Rushmore)
Coke Boys knockin' at your front door

(Gangsta Grillz)
You see, when it come to this mixtape shit
I'm out here shadowboxin' with myself
You get it?

---

Die In The Streets

[Thang & DJ Drama]
Grrah
Ayo, Y to the G, Gz to the sky, never put a O before my Y
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah
Die Os
Ain't nothin' but a DThang
Ayo, free my hearts (D)
Free my risk-takers (RPT, 4Sev, 4Sev, J)
Free my niggas, nigga, like what? (Drama)
Huh?
They know what's goin' on

[Thang]
I said I'm smokin' on dead opps
Tryna cruise through the X, tryna see what they on
And shorty a dead thot (Huh?)
Said I f*cked her one time, now she fiendin' for more, like
And we got them knockers, like (So who really ready for war?)
Better not lack when you walk out that door
Said stacks over thirty, he ready to score (Baow, baow, baow)
And they do it for clout, like (And they do it for clout)
But don't die over clout (At all)
Slide to the 'jects just to make an announcement
If they not on they block, we gon' go to they house, like (We gon' go to they house)
'Cause they know that we dangerous (Like, huh?)
We gotta slide with a mask, 'cause they know that we fame
Told bro "Don't stop just aim it'" (Grrah, grrah, boom)
'Cause when I got the knock, I just feel a lil anxious
I swear, I be itchin' to flame it
On the dick, you get level for six, watch me lane switch
'Cause we cannot stop for the law (At all)
And we heard he got bent, so we kicked down his door
She a smoochie, be fiendin' for more
I said, "Scream RPT", you gon' get in her drawers (RPT)
FTO, we don't f*ck with no oppers (At all)
I was robbin' and stealin' and now I got bands
Since thirteen, I've been totin' my chopper
Went from noodles to pop out in steak and some lobster
Know RPT niggas problems (RPT)
And no, I ain't stoppin' 'til they free my goblins (Grrah, grrah)
Oh, he smokin' on bro? We gon' solve 'em
I told Bando, "Keep shootin' these bullets, can't dodge 'em"
They know how we f*ck up the streets (They f*ck up the streets)
On our way to the top, they know I got some heat
She think I love her, like what do you mean? (What do you mean?)
I can't lie, her shit wet, try to f*ck up my sheets (Gang)
And these niggas keep thinkin' shit sweet (Like what?)
Told 'em "Pick up a gun, no more dissin', let's link"
We gon shot on they block for a week (Like what?)
And the first one we see, he gon' die in the streets (Baow)

---

Free Smoke

Found the J's to name a wrestler (yeah, turn me up, YC)
Free smoke (Gangsta Grillz)
Free smoke

I got my money up
They put paper on me, but can't pay a nigga to f*ck with us
Boy, you got your gun or what? (Yeah, yeah)
Get killed out here, tryna knuckle up (tryna fight)
Steady hallucinatin', seein' faces in the smoke I puff (seein' demons)
My demons ain't my demons, they my equals, see, we say, "What's up?"
How you wanna kill me, but you out the way and stay put up?
You know it's on sight with us, in broad day, get your melon bust (get your head split)
I don't care if he told ten years ago, he still might tell on us (might tell)
Sometimes I waan' write my opps and ask 'em how bruh restin' up
Fifty-thousand strong, make all the J's to name a wrestler (yeah)
You ain't trap enough, before I rapped, I had some racks up (I had my racks put up)
Like before I came to Memphis, I was ballin' as Ja Morant (Ja Morant)
They want beef with us and hope I post and turn they insta up (turn they 'gram up)
You will do whatever for attention from the listeners (get your bands up)
Accepted in your car ride to the mall, you put your pistol up (you put your gun up)
Right after them captions, actin', cappin', like you spint on us (like you spinnin')
This shit get ridiculous (yeah, yeah), so I trust in my chopper (I trust in my gun)
Fifty-five, don dada, know I send shit to the doctor (send shit to the doctor)
That other shit be fraudulent, niggas know who got dead bodies (know who got dead bodies)
Go get it out the blender, stretch, it fit out like Pilates
Had money 'fore they signed me (yeah)
I was turnt before they found me (I was turnt up 'fore they found me)
Was f*ckin' with cocaine, way before I met Yo Gotti (way before I met Yo Gotti)
This street shit in my veins, a quarter-million can't record me (brr, brr, ayy, ayy, Gangsta Grillz)

When we smoked him, left his brains on the sidewalk (bah-baow)
We ain't out here claimin' bodies, like Sauce Walka (woo)
Coke Boy paid dues (Coke Boy, baby)
You can catch a RICO tryna get some fake views (fake views)
Suckers out here lose their life, stuntin' with fake jewels (fake jewels)
When you rich, you gotta watch Importer (watch Importer)
Niggas dirty, cook a brick in Mississippi water (Mississippi water)
Behind the wall, wifey loose, she dippin' with the homies (haan)
Without a test, ain't no testimony (testimony)
If this the dead, I still don't condone it (uh)
They want the clout, shoot up the wake
Slide back, that's how we cross-promote it (bah-bah-bah-baow)
Get the cake, get the weight, then we cook the flour (flour)
Until we die in the grave and they bring the flowers (coke boy, baby)

La-di-da-di-da-di, body after body
Don't let the devil in, holy ghost in that Bugatti (skrrt)
Free smoke, f*ck what you heard about me
Everythin' cost, bitch, ball is smoke-free
Free smoke, f*ck all the talk about me (haan)
Everythin' cost, bitch, ball is smoke-free (haan)
(Gangsta Grillz)

Certified in these streets, you can ask the folks 'bout a rocket
I was fourteen years old, scrapped the peer pot, that's on the god
My opps know I'll kill 'em, take me one time, I will spark 'em
Every click ever had beef, dropped the lee one from out they pocket
Stay full of OPM, Promethazine and TAC (I'm high)
If you one nigga that played, boy, he couldn't tell you, he deceased (no lie)
Promote the violence, menace to society, f*ck the peace (hell nah)
Ain't get that brr from out that raw, that's the sign of the AUG (brr, brr)
They shouldn't have ever showed me one bullet can kill a giant (a giant)
Very conniving, slangin' .9, a young nigga a slime (a slime)
If you gon' dick-stand on white people, get shot 'cause you high (I'm high)
Street f*cked up my lil' brain, got me worser and violent

Everythin' cost, bitch, ball is smoke-free
Come get some of this free smoke, bitch
Montana, BIG30, EST Gee, haan

---

Fenty

You know what it is when you hear that "Haan"
NAV, what up?

Six hundred fifty horses in my engine
I used to ride 'round on a ten speed
Addicted to buyin' jewelry
I got VVS diamonds that hit like some Fenty (bling)
In Turks and Caicos, rented out an island
We hoppin' off boats to some jetskis (let's go)
My enemies talkin' 'bout me, made me laugh
'Cause it sound like a joke when they dead me
I like my women in flavors, like I like my weed
Need a strain, I'm designin' the sea
Lookin' for rats, I've been settin' up traps
Had to make sure that no one gon' come for my cheese
Gold on my neck, sittin' on a new tee
When I drop a single, it go platinum at least
Playin' my role, but when it's time to go
I know everybody gonna listen to me (listen to me)

Drop a bag and they gon' hit 'em for me, but they'll do it for free
Point my finger, they gon' get him for me
Homicide unit gon' pick up the pieces
Already blessed with, don't give me your blessings
I'm sippin' on syrup, I ain't ever gon' sneeze
All of my steppers gon' step up for me
Like a Super Soaker, hit 'em, drench up his tee
Got a disease, I've been rollin' off E
They gon' check if I breathe any time that I sleep
Seen a lil' boy that was talkin' 'bout me
Made him kiss my ring, he almost kneeled to my feet
Postin' about me on the 'Gram is gettin' out of hand
I know this victim is miskeen
Gotta protect the bag at all times
Everybody leavin' when I wanna leave (everybody)

Six hundred fifty horses in my engine
I used to ride 'round on a ten speed
Addicted to buyin' jewelry
I got VVS diamonds that hit like some Fenty (bling)
In Turks and Caicos, rented out an island
We hoppin' off boats to some jetskis (let's go)
My enemies talkin' 'bout me, made me laugh
'Cause it sound like a joke when they dead me
I like my women in flavors, like I like my weed
Need a strain, I'm designin' the sea
Lookin' for rats, I've been settin' up traps
Had to make sure that no one gon' come for my cheese
Gold on my neck, sittin' on a new tee
When I drop a single, it go platinum at least (Montana)
Playin' my role, but when it's time to go
I know everybody gonna listen to me (listen to me)

Gold on my neck, order Patek
Only thing free if you callin' collect
Shoutout to Max, I'ma get to the check
So when you come home, you ain't missin' a step
We cop and we ownin', you drivin' a lease
We drop a single, go diamond at least
Crib on the West, that guy on the East
Shootout with killers and slide with the freaks (bah, bah, bah)
Three-hundred-fifty I charge for the feature
I'm from New York, where they robbin' the preacher
I ride Bugattis, no Bentleys, you pay for the box, I get neck free
Neck like a jeweler, I pop your medulla
They needed a shooter, they sent me (haan, Coke Boy, baby)
Steak like a ruler, teach like a tutor, suckers I hit, tryna test me, haan

Six hundred fifty horses in my engine
I used to ride 'round on a ten speed
Addicted to buyin' jewelry
I got VVS diamonds that hit like some Fenty (bling)
In Turks and Caicos, rented out an island
We hoppin' off boats to some jetskis (let's go)
My enemies talkin' 'bout me, made me laugh
'Cause it sound like a joke when they dead me
I like my women in flavors, like I like my weed
Need a strain, I'm designin' the sea
Lookin' for rats, I've been settin' up traps
Had to make sure that no one gon' come for my cheese
Gold on my neck, sittin' on a new tee
When I drop a single, it go platinum at least
Playin' my role, but when it's time to go
I know everybody gonna listen to me (listen to me)

---

Lemonade

[DJ Drama & Max B]
Shoutout to the Wave God
You know a nigga wanna get on this shit right
Max B, Biggaveli
Oww
Who better?
Turnin' lemons to lemonade
We gon' just do it like this
You know what I mean?
DJ Drama
Shit

[Max B]
Big bank take lil' bank
I take the nigga bitch, soon as a nigga blink
But he don't even gotta turn his head, it's dead
We get the bread, we wanted by the feds
EMG like action
Wanted for conspiracy, murder and not taxes
Melly in the caption, celly in the maxes
Tell me what it's called, yeah
Rest in peace to my brother grandpa, another boy
Pop Smoke, why he have to go?
Bitches on Instagram, they miss a lot of dope
Gotta be aware of who you let in the crib
Niggas will get ya for your skrilla, anybody killer
Got these niggas that be buckin', anybody feel us
See, it's Skete with the nigga, cuff and anybody hit her
See, I made her put on her clothes, anybody get her
Yeah, I get the litter and they get the picture
One little day, keep playin' with my stacks
Tellin' all my niggas in the hood, I'm comin' back
Tellin' all my niggas in the hood just to relax, I got this
I put the hood on my back, yeah
I let her shift on the gears while I drive
I tell her to hit it, baby, I'm just tryna get by
Ain't nowhere to go but up (Yeah)
Everywhere we go, they know it's us
Say the name


[DJ Drama]
And you wonder where the style come from
Free the God
(Gangsta Grillz)

---

Going Yeezy

Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album
But then again, not too much
Girls still out here poppin' their boxes
Kids out here smokin' weed, listenin' to rap
Take it easy on my brother Frenchie right here (Montana)

(Coke Boy, baby)
See, me and French
We go back like Cocaine City DVD's (ow)
The come-up was crazy
Don't get smacked tryna f*ck with us

F*ck with me, baby (ayy)
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
(Gangsta Grillz)
F*ck with me, baby (haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy
(DJ Drama) Montana

Check the penthouse, word to Dyckman, you ain't see these heights (ayy)
Smell strong, he gotta double-back and seal it twice (and seal it twice)
My drop cost two planes (planes), I'm biggie with two canes (canes)
My block like Ukraine (Ukraine), my opps with Houssein ('sein)
Underground, her bag brown, opened up new lanes (lanes)
Caught in highs, peewee curvin', legend in two games (games)
She pop pills and she swallow, I'm in her DM, like Latto (ooh)
Black future the motto, hard act to follow (haan)
And word to Ross, let that beef end
My bitch like Angelina for the weekend, get it by the deep-end (uh)
Top of the engine glass (glass), she keep the burnin' stash (stash)
My nerves is bad, I ain't rocked Louis since Virgil passed (Virgil passed)
From the mud to the world is ours, ten-mill' plus in cars
Wine like Russians are, your favorite rapper pressin' charges (skrrt)
They was bougie at the top
So we met 'em at the bottom, like the letter V, this that longevity

F*ck with me, baby
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
F*ck with me, baby (haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy (ayy, yeah)

You ain't talkin' money, speakin' paper, I don't need a lecture
Two chicks, black and white, yin and yang, Salt-N-Pepa
Had them youngins at your throat, don't want no smoke, you know it's pressure
Runnin' 'round reckless, caught a charge, like a brand new Tesla
Ride the wave, I'm on the sea floor, like the Lord's treasure
I ain't into textin', bring the check and flex it like a wrestler
It's your boy Cheddar, fiends used to love me, I was a raw seller
Her jaw's wetter, nigga, ask your bitch, I'm a jaw stretcher
Know it's Coke, fresh up off the boat, Rozay and Montana
It ain't a joke, nigga, for that dough, tie up your mom and grandma
They keep on hatin' and waitin', hopin' that God don't bless you
Keep on hatin', trust, this .38 special

F*ck with me, baby (ayy)
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
F*ck with me, baby (haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy
(Gangsta Grillz)

---

New Punani

Aight, f*ck all that, "New year, new me" shit
New year, same me
Maybe some new money
And maybe some new punani, hahaha

You lost her and you don't want her back, huh? (Back, huh?)
You're lookin' for your opps with your strap, huh (Montana)
You had elevators in the trap, huh? (Trap, huh?)
You the greatest with the cap, huh (woo)
Ridin' 'round with my strap, it don't stop (stop)
Plotted on us and we still came out on top (top)
Shorty started rubbin' on me, told her, "Don't stop" (stop)
I hit it from the back and then she came on top (Gangsta Grillz)
I woke up in some new punani (on top of me, on top of me)
I woke up in some new punani
(Mr. Thanksgiving)

Uh, ask me no questions (no), I tell you no lies (lies)
Bigger the wrist (wrist), bigger the prize (prize)
Bigger the dose (dose), bigger her eyes (eyes)
You bigger than most (most), but you ain't bigger than God (haan)
Diamond singles, platinum albums, still feed the streets (haan)
I'm livin' in her head, I might pay the lease (lease)
She a ten, ride the wave, like Patrick Swayze (woo)
I'm throwin' chokies off the boat, like I'm Tom Brady (ah)
Wrist shinin', big time is what I'm supposed to do (bing)
Front line, it's call time and suckers get emotional (emotion)
Mama turned the TV on, used to whip a whole brick in Abion
Now Vegas residency like Celine Dion (haan)

You lost her and you don't want her back, huh? (Back, huh?)
You're lookin' for your opps with your strap, huh (strap, huh?)
You had elevators in the trap, huh? (Trap, huh?)
You the greatest with the cap, huh
Ridin' 'round with my strap, it don't stop (stop)
Plotted on us and we still came out on top (top)
Shorty started rubbin' on me, told her, "Don't stop" (stop)
I hit it from the back and then she came on top (Gangsta Grillz)
I woke up in some new punani (on top of me, on top of me)
I woke up in some new punani
(Mr. Thanksgiving)

It ain't 'bout no bread, what you said? Can you please remind me?
Woke up in some new punani, drippin' like I'm in Dasani
She suck the soul out my body, like illuminati (illuminati)
Matter of fact, she suck me like a crab lake claw (haha)
She a slaw, put her lips on the dick, like a straw (like a straw)
I be dipped, Coke Boy, kicks, but they look like the fours (the fours)
Spaceship with the stars, bitch, I'll probably land on Mars (on Mars)
Came up out them trenches, near them bitches with no scars (scars)
Purple butt, purple head, smokin' on that Barney pack (that pack)
Coke Boys 6, French had to bring the army back (uh-huh)
Say the streets is sleepin', they about to get insomnia (they can't sleep now)
Coke Boys 6, French had to bring the army back (the army back)

You lost her and you don't want her back, huh? (Back, huh?)
You're lookin' for your opps with your strap, huh (strap, huh?)
You had elevators in the trap, huh? (Trap, huh?)
You the greatest with the cap, huh
Ridin' 'round with my strap, it don't stop (stop)
Plotted on us and we still came out on top (top)
Shorty started rubbin' on me, told her, "Don't stop" (stop)
I hit it from the back and then she came on top (Coke Boy, baby)
I woke up in some new punani (on top of me, on top of me)
I woke up in some new punani

Ah, man
It sound so right
It feels even better

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Addicted to You

The reign continues
I'm addicted to this dominance
You need a playa lovin' you right
I just need a plug in my life (DJ Drama)

I'm addicted to you, I don't wanna leave
Addicted like a fiend to you, I don't wanna leave (so addictive)
Bleed down my eyes for you, I don't wanna leave
Stuck like glue, it's nothin' like you
Uh (get 'em)

Addicted to the game, half a milli' for the chain
Quarter-milli' for the bracelet (ah), schemin' out the basement
Took off like a spaceship, opps spinnin' V's on the block (skrrt)
Ten sleeves, poppin' pills in the matrix (bah, bah, bah)
Bent like a maniac, you know where your lady at
Sniper like I'm A-Rob
Been havin' nightmares about my dream job (haan)
I'm addicted with the (?)
Robe on like I'm Hugh Heffner
You need a blue cap, not a blue check (haha)
Blew Perky's
Tires screechin', Rari' horses like Kentucky Derby
I'm addicted to the block, you need a playa lovin' you right
I just need a plug in my life (Montana)

I'm addicted to you, I don't wanna leave
Addicted like a fiend to you, I don't wanna leave
Bleed down my eyes for you, I don't wanna leave
Stuck like glue, it's nothin' like you

Feds trailin' in my rear view, it's a scary thing
I'm cruisin' strict, red and white stick, like a candy cane (skrrt)
And every ring pokin' while I'm smokin' on a mary jane (a lot)
Bitch, behave, tried to ride my wave until the fairy came
Know it was like a store-head, coke boy, we got raw hair
Kitchen like a booth, mixin', no, you can't record there
O.T., they want that ice, like it's summer all year (haha)
Rightful with the scope, like we huntin' deer all year
Movin' like a snake for the cake ain't gon' get you far
The movement state to state was born, your girl like a single father
Them niggas ain't servin' you right
Hit the trap, have bird of that white

I'm addicted to you, I don't wanna leave
Addicted like a fiend to you, I don't wanna leave
Bleed down my eyes for you, I don't wanna leave
Stuck like glue, it's nothin' like you

(Gangsta Grillz)
This lifestyle can be so addictive
I might need to go to rehab
'Cause I'm hooked
On second thought, nah

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Can't Stop Won't Stop (Remix)

Come out and play
You know we had to do a remix, right?
(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
You know what it is (you know what it is)
When you hear that (when you hear that)
Haan (haan)
Montana (Montana)

This is the remix (Gangsta Grillz)
You hear the remix on the radio (true)
You know I sniped her from a video (true)
She say I'm busy, I don't pay her no attention (true)
I had to curve, man, she sub me on her mentions (true)
Brinks truck, Coke Boys, Bad Boys (Bad Boys)

I done f*cked more bitches than Floyd (Money T)
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
F*cked a actress and the bartender same week (ha)
L.A party, me and Big took the same route
I had Nia Long, Megan in the same house
I f*cked my main bitch (haan) with my sidepiece
Haters want me out the game like I'm Kyrie (woo)
Stashed the Ye in the car dash and I got bricks off
Ask Ye, Montana snipe 'em like Chris Paul (woo)
Hit it from the back, let your man munch on you
Baby, that don't mean I don't got a crush on you

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done f*cked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, AND1
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' Foolie and what?
Still got the fire in my eyes but I changed though
Suck my dick, bitch, I'm too rich to drive a Range Rover
Lil' Haiti baby, I remember stealin' mangoes
How my side bitch f*ck better than my main ho? (Woo)
How my side bitch f*ck better than my main bitch?
Every nigga say it's smoke, they get extinguished

I just talk that Guapanese, it's my language (woo)
I just put some Cartiers on my main bitch (f*ck)
I just put some Valentino on my main ho (my main ho)
Bad Boy chain bussin' like the rainbow (bussin')
I'm off Yak, I'm with Yak in the Lambo (Yak)
Yellin' out the window, "Money ain't a thing, ho"
Yeah, uh
We outside again
Couple goons with me, we ain't hidin' in
Brand new Cullinan, that's what we slidin' in (uh)
Bad lil' bitch, I Prada her
That pussy good, she proud of it (proud of it)
I can't fall in love 'cause that money be my bottom bitch
But she still suck it and then she swallow it (yeah, yeah)
All these niggas steady hating 'cause more money be more problems
We gon' let these niggas talk and we gon' silence it
King

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done f*cked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, AND1
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' Foolie and what?

It might look light but it's heavy like my Jesus
Might rock a throwback like I'm Fab with the chipped tooth
F*ck with me, baby, I got DeLeón and blunts too
She text me, "Where you at?", I sent the addy, come through
Now she in love with me 'cause she ain't used to luxury
Why would I hate on you? I do my thing comfortably
I'm not the one, I'm not the two, you know it's C3
She brushin' on my waves, talking 'bout, she need me (ooh)

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done f*cked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin, enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, AND1
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' Foolie and what?

As we proceed
To give you what you need
Kodak
King Combs
Bad Boy

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Pheelz- Finesse Remix

I don't want peace
I want problems, always

[Pheelz & French Montana]
Ah, finesse (Ge ge ti)
If I broke na my business (Ye ye)
Ama shana e go bright o (Ge ge ti, han)
Folake for the night o (Montana)

[French Montana]
I feel blessed (Ayy, ayy)
If you broke, gotta mind your business (Uh-huh)
Catch me on an island, eatin' lobsters with the shooters
Haters in the crib like Ray J with the noodles
Finesse, self-made boss, gotta make a toast
Out of everyone I lost, I miss myself the most
Shawty feel blessed, Montana spoilеd me
I do it out of love, pay me back in loyalty
I feel blеssed like Johnny Depp
She was higher than the gas price, no stress (Han)
Yeah, she killed the spot, I was a witness
If you ain't talkin' money, she don't speak English

[Pheelz]
Ah, finesse (Ge ge ti)
If I broke na my business (Ye ye)
Ama shana e go bright o (Ge ge ti)
Folake for the night o (Ge ge ti)
Ah, finesse (Ge ge ti)
If I broke na my business (Ge ge ti)
Ama shana e go bright o (Ye ye)
Folake for the night o (Ge ge ti)

[Pheelz]
Ooh, no, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight
I just wanna party and me, on ice
Yeah, I'm chillin' with the good boys, my guys
You don't wanna mess with my grind, on Christ
Kini, kini, koko (Koko)
Woni, woni, kiloshele gangan
Why I dey gbese like poco (Poco)
I got girls all around in a drop top

[Pheelz & French Montana]
Bad girl say she wan Netflix and chill (Ooh, yeah)
So I ja ticket give am warning (Yeah)
If you fall in love, girl e certain (Yeah)
You go chop breakfast I'm not capping (Yeah)
Can you see dribble, Amokachi (Yeah)
I'm not faking this no fugazzi (Yeah)
You see these feelings I'm not catching (Yeah)
Ọmọ ọpẹ stand fit I just won dey (Montana)

[Pheelz]
Ah, finesse (Ge ge ti)
If I broke na my business (Ye ye)
Ama shana e go bright o (Ge ge ti)
Folake for the night o (Ge ge ti)
Ah, finesse (Ge ge ti)
If I broke na my business (Ge ge ti)
Ama shana e go bright o (Ye ye)
Folake for the night o (Ge ge ti)

[Pheelz]
Finesse, finesse, finesse, oh