Pure Cocaine

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick

I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thang

Do my thang

Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks

Don't stand too close, diamonds, kickbox

Stay in red mean go, so I don't stop

I know they wish they could catch me but keep wishin'

You think I done turn into a fiend for these *****es

Tryin' to stuff as much as I can in these *****es

Make your ***** **** on my man it's no difference

I ain't never pop no Xan, I sip sizzurp

If I ever have to turn on the gang, I won't do it

If I put it on a song, I seen it, or been through it

I can't put it in my song, I know how the Fed goes through it

And free all of the opps, but ain't no time gone

Gave me momma ten bands, sent her to Cancun

Got the crowd going dumb but I ain't no damn fool

If I went in there and did it, then maybe you can too

We done came from a long way from broke and sharing shoes

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick

I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thang

Do my thang

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick

I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thang

Do my thang

Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag

New Era, I'ma dope boy, nocap

I'm livin' my best life for real

Just left the dealership, no tag

If we opposite it won't work, it won't last

Be the 'opp-o-site' knocked off, toe tags

Ain't been home in a month, got my hoe mad

They need me in the trap but I, can't go back

I jumped out of Porsche with a ho that's 'bout to snap

I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think

Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, call it

Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it

Big dog status, I ain't gotta sell drugs

Put my craft in the rap then I took off, yeah

New G Wagon, no key, this a push start

I can hit the gas make it disappear

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick

I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thang

Do my thang

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah

Made a brick through a brick

I ain't whip up shit

This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thang

Do my thang