Pink Cocaine

[Verse 1 - Sage] Drink champagne We chilling with pretty bitches Sniffing pink cocaine Thought I told you once before Girl I ain't no lame I blow through an ounce a week Girl it ain't no thing Millionaire music, girl I bank that change Bout to get the distribution in the "Crank Dat" range Giggle Gang since forever twistin' stank And TITS keeps us laced Complimentary, we do the shit you can't nigga Why you stay tryna be somebody you ain't nigga Waka Flocka, I go hard in the paint nigga God behind me but I'm far from a saint nigga Tell these niggas and these hoes To get down and touch their toes Lay your money on the floor That's just how it's gonna go If they don't then I punctuate 'em like an undersco' And yo Let me catch my breath dawg Press pause Dream Squad got these niggas checked off If not then we go hard 'till we get soft Charging motherfuckers like they're tryna make collect calls Came up short Why the fuck they tryna get tall? I could care less dawg Vintage shit, Les Paul [Verse 2 - MiC Kurb] It's only right the kid Kurb came through I'm the newest rapper in the ASF crew Sage came through tryna drop the new new So I listen with the Beats That's what real G's do Green tea, man that's what real G's brew Paper airplanes, that's what real G's flew It's all real talk, all my homies like "True" Everybody hates Chris, so I'm finna be Drew Ain't it something? No one matched the lyrical component Of this rap shit, boy I own it Tell you if you never known it Nikes got me going And the stressing got me zoning And this baby shit you spitting Prolly got a brother growing On a super duper level All my life I been a rebel I be skipping boulders Homie out there skipping pebbles The importance of this meeting Ain't relating to the season When you figure out the meaning There won't even be a reason [Verse 3 - Sage] I talk shit when it's appropriate Giggle Gang associate So every single track I make is Considered an opiate Niggas start talking ASF is just the dopest kids Never let 'em win That's what the motherfucking notion is Rhymes clean, I live beyond dreams Bad bitches pop lock and dropping MiC Kurb and Abstract on my team, so I will not stop until I'm king Haven't made it, but I'm famous in my mindstate When I blow up, I'll be just like Kanye Young niggas taking over as we know it So next time you see a rapper's mama Give 'em my condolences I'll be rolling in a golden Corolla To my performance Ever since I dropped my album It's just been show after show Niggas wanna catch my fade I tell em, "Tell me when to go" Niggas wanna hop on tracks, I gotta Tell em how to flow We just sitting here laughing at 'em Passing round the dro Me and Rob throwing cash as that ass Hits the floor Is you asking for more? How could a nigga say so? They dope, we baking soda and pink lello Nigga Drink champagne, we chilling with pretty bitches sniffing Pink Cocaine ASF Up