Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cocaine Muzik, artist - Yo Gotti. Album song Gotti's Way, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Inevitable Entertainment
Song language: English
Cocaine Muzik |
When I’m 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 |
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 |
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 I’m 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 asap |
Til then I’m 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 |