Coke Wave Boys

Pull up with a ting, yeah, diamond rings out Bitches all over (ow) Shawty on her thang, I'm on it, yeah I need a chauffer (La música de Harry Fraud) Pull up in that V (yeah) She like Cherie when I leave You say we ride on these bitch niggas real quick (yeah) Let's get 'em Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then the bottom to the top, all over Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over Th-th-throw the top to the back, then the back to the top, all over (ayy) Goddamn, I'm Show me where the money (show me), bet I go and get it Everybody want the fame, but they don't wanna pay the ticket Shawty said she wanna roller (roller), nigga with some Timbs on (oh) Move a lil' rock like the old Tim Dunc' (yeah) She love me long, then she wipe me off clean I'm at the dealer cashin' out, then I'm spinnin' off mean Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout? They won't get it off Chinx Keep the burners near the toilet (what?) Work under the sink In the front, got them haters in the rear now Closest niggas to me gone, I ain't let a tear down Hate we in the game, we done fucked up their career now They now how I'm on it, get it how I want it Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then the bottom to the top, all over Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over Th-th-throw the top to the back, then the back to the top, all over Goddamn, I'm (Coke boy, baby) Mama prayin' in the room I'm in the next room bangin' work, washin' knuckles I need my shoes Christian And my watch from Geneva and I got shooters from Chicago I'm drippin', get your goggles In the jungle with the robbers, if you walk off then you hit the lotto, yeah If you need that work, tato Hit up Broadway, call up Gato We in them jets, two hours to Cabo No ID, shooters no IG I'm on front line, money on my mind Money truck, beep, beep, beep, flatline Baby's up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys In them foreign cars, outlaws, yeah, yeah Baby's up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys In them foreign cars, Wave Gods, ayy, ayy Yeah, they tried to throw the book at a nigga Baby mama, she won't even look at a nigga Waste of talent, uh, never that Any time he ace in the deuce, nigga bet it back Every time on my way to school, baby shared a ride Had to watch for the pig, undercovers' will set a trap Max, you're not like them, nigga, you're different Way with the dick, baby say I'm eccentric Never mention my name in a sentence Niggas be chicks these days, they need attention Four door Lambo needs suspension Too many potholes out there in Brooklyn Too many loops from Harry Fraud, hood shit Paid for à la, Bobby Flay, good shit This wasn't even supposed to happen, we pushed it Sautéin' a nigga brain, cooked it Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then the bottom to the top, all over Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over Th-th-throw the top to the back, then the back to the top, all over Goddamn, I'm (Montana caught a lick) Goddamn, I'm (My wrist water whip) Goddamn, I'm (Main bitch on my hip) Goddamn, I'm Goddamn, I'm I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know