Coke Boys

[Intro] Uh Mr. 16 Montana Coke Boy San Fran nigga [Hook] Middle fingers up in this mawfucka, I'm a mawfucka Got the hammer right now in this mawfucka I'm really in the game, I never change You know the team, that's cocaine [Verse 1: French Montana] Shit is real life, something more than lyrics You niggas overnight, something like gimmicks Feelings to the side, it's nothing more than business Middle finger to the cops, you fucking with killers Catch me in the lab, something like a chemist Your man looking nervous, something like a witness (Snitch!) Call the key, whipping like a slave Catch me in the cut low, something like a fade I'm blowing purple smoke, me and my kinfolk Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink coat All black everything with my brim low Seattle smoke blowing out the window [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Chinx Drugz] Nigga you know the game It's cocaine, bigger banks, niggas bossed up The penalty for throwing ice is getting tossed up (Dig me?) Stacks in abundance, a good grind will have you pulling racks by the hundreds Coupe looking leche, banging like an essays My young boys blowin trumpets like Dizzy Gillespie Stack and a half's what I paid for the fresh 8 Shorty think I'm the bomb and I didn't even detonate Riot squad, cocaine get your head right (Get it right) For them things, get in his wig like head lice Hurry up and die, they know I'm something fly Name a crew hotter, you a fucking liar [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Flip] Yo I never been a sucker, I gets the job done Stand over a motherfucker, squeeze until he done If you heard of BK, you know I'm not the one I'll lay you where you stand, put that on my son See, I don't know what you heard so I'm addressing all the rumors Me losing my spot is like me losing my shooters It won't happen, see I got this mac shit tatted From shoulder to shoulder suck a dick to all the niggas ratting And money's not an issue, but its coming in daily Stashbox got a pistol for the jackers trying to trail me Let the dogs hit the AC hold the ends & it'll lift up I grip up, pull up on a kid and get lit up! [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Charlie YG] No more rosé, I'm starting to get dizzy Got bottles of the Nuvo, just to look pretty Strapped in the club, you know they don't frisk me With all these jewels on, its hard to miss me Got to hold down my borough, until they free Remy But this is for, this is for, this is for my city, yung ones & Diddy Uh, uh, got me feeling like Biggie All about the Benjie's, streets in a frenzy These niggas couldn't cut it, I'm something like a Jimmy Gonna have to fight with the stacks dog If you trying to bend knees, got me all in the mood all I'm thinking Tech this! [Hook x2]