Lyrics:
nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step
shit
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation
With
nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step
Know I'm talkin' that real shit
Body bags, duffle bags, couple gloves
Couple shovels and
Dig the ditch for your mans and them
Ain't cost me no more than
better count that shit don't bring no counterfeit
Bino got me in all kinds of shit it got me proud of him
I was at the stu they called bout dyl I couldn't
I'm innocent
look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
but you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
got on chucks
(I always loved this shit nigga)
Hold up
Who the fuck you talkin too?
Don't ever think I'm that nigga
I feel like I'm bulletproof, but
Ain't takin no titles I instantly bruise your soul
Talkin that shit to me- trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin my clothes and start snappin like I'm
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
buckin' that shit on the law (we buckin')
Young Gotti, the way we get off (Gotti)
From the beginnin' (beginnin')
We had the talent to win it (soo)
Simpty is for them simp ass niggas
Talkin' lot, til I spray dumpin' ? niggas
Whenever talkin' shit, I straight rip 'em
And niggas know I come
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
on yo' watch, young nigga, splurge (splurge)
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a K (K)
I'ma
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy,
face, when you see me get the fuck on
Dope fiend ass nigga, tryna to get a free check
Talkin' that shit, but you's a motherfuckin' bitch
So when you see
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
really legit
I ain't gon' lie I was broke as a joke so I went up the road just to go hit a lick
Fuck that shit Gotti you better than this
Fuck that shit
I'm in the kitchen
Whippin and splitting the brick, karate
I like it when I hit and she
Spit on my dick, she sloppy
Now I'm finally reach, the shit
That
clipt
talkin mad shit you finna get hit
We aim at yo body we aim at yo doim
Shoot up a crib like never before
Smokin that pack like never before
You
this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It's real nigga, yeah, it's real nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step
come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
Niggas be talkin on talkin shit
I jus be spittin these words like a activist
Throw up the gang if you gang
representin, always talkin shit, big shit
(That's what we do)
It's been about 15 long years, mackin, profilin
Workin up in the booth off some top shelf Long
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