Cocaine Muzik

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti] When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall Flashbacks about the streets and memories of my dawgs I just looked at my phone had a couple of missed calls One from Gucci, one from Diddy, and a couple of brawds Man I'm down for the cause Put these bitches on pause They'll lie to your face go fuck off with dawgs I'm like what up to my fans I wrote this shit here for y'all Come to your city stand on the couch, go hard, and ball Cocaine music my nigga that shit considered the brand All white is the movement what the fuck is you sayin' Niggas thought I was playing til' I pulled up in them cars Then stepped out wit' that jewerly now they see us as stars I pushed the button dropped the top Fixed my chain cock my Glock Tell my homies squad up 'bouta fall up in the spot Stay focused keep your eyes open niggas be hating Its 1st degree murder if a nigga wanna play(BOW) Cocaine straight face no emotion just silence These niggas wildin' They strive on violence Niggas talkin' goon shit I preach it to the choir I know it, I seen it, I done it . . . Cock, aim, fire [Hook] While we're gettin' to it(oooh) This is how we do it(all night) All Night All it is, is G way And you know my heat stay(by my side) Just me and my thoughts waiting on that call Listening to that cocaine This is co-caine mu-sic mu-sic [Verse 2: Starlito] Trash bag on the backseat Having flashbacks of a track meet Metro PD trynna catch me High speed back streets if we crash so be it(Fuck it) Cause the strap to big can't even stash the heat(Damn) Predicate felon in the passenger seat (So what we gonna do?) So im smashing when they ask for ID(Scuur) Blue lights flashin' there future in the rearview God saying pull over but Lucifer I hear you My heart racing Might as well start bracing myself for the car chasin' Man the law getting closer I pull to the shoulder They sped right pass me they ain't even pull me over I need a blunt and a rap check asap Til then im in the trap And I stay strap 20 pounds 20 thou yea I charge'em that 25 high risk boy a heart Cashville on the ave where I started Old school game yea I prolly need a starter hat And a pull over I so fucking hooded yea Zilla voice Bopping cocaine music ridin' in a vanilla porche