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