I'm A Coke Boy

[Intro: French Montana] Nigga walk up in the spot wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (egyptian cloths) The other nigga, talking that's fly as shit [Hook] Could have been a pilot, could have been a doctor Could have been a pimp, could have been a mobster Could have been a mack, could have been a dope boy Homie matter of fact, I'm a motherfuckerin' coke boy You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy You wiggling baby, I'm a motherfuckerin coke boy [Verse 1: Chinx Drugz] Rallies on the roll, prezies never fold Mommy, you ain't got to take a vote to hit the pole Just bounce it up and down, spread it all around Hit the homies off, pass it all around I'm talking about the money, I'm talking about them m's I'm talking about the rollie, 67 pins Few homies with me, couple in the benz Shawty said I'm foul, she heard I hit her friends Rocks in your bake pot, starting from a dope spot Made my first couple hundred whipping on a stove top Me and Frenchie, in that new ghost Phantom Comfy where I'm at, but I could have been a, could have been a [Hook] Any given time, Benz in the grill Ten toes down, both hands on the feel Probably on a molley, probably on some syrup They know I'm putting off, on the bleachers hoes cheer us City on my back, lanes in the wind Coop like a shark, no, you lames see the fin Treadin' upshore, these hoes won't swim My wrists be the bait, the fish getting in Knocked out her tube sock, gave the whole crew whops' Shine on the game like you're head when the roof drop A bum then, and you're still a bum now Always been a clown, but you could have been a, could have been a [Hook] Go ahead, baby, go ahead, baby Go ahead, baby, go ahead, baby