text: Coke Boy, baby
  Im up in traffic, I ride with them guns, you know how we do every summer 
  Jump out the bed like fuck what it is, you know how I do for my brothers 
  Chiraq career, they got me on papers, Im stuck in the zoo for the summer 
  Aint talk to my dawg in a couple of months, can somebody tell em I love em 
  Fucking these hoes all over the world, I never give groupies my number, uh 
  Racing them Lamb trucks, fresh in the front and the back of the bumper, yeah 
  Get em Xans up, fuck off a Perky and take off the rubber, uh 
  Put my hands up, look at the face and the Rollie, baguette and the buss, uh 
  Im not A Boogie, I keep on a hoodie, a hoodie 
  She want CELINE, I get it cause she got good pussy, uh 
  You said they stole your chain, you lied, they took it, uh 
  Amiris with the Dior Nikes 
  Every thirty years, they cried Armani tears if a nigga tried to play with my life 
  So watch what you say cause, nigga, I dont play, any time o the day, its on sight 
  I looked the judge in the face, told him, "I dont know a thing, I wasnt there that night" 
  They said I had a AK in a Rari and I just caught a body, Im like, "Nigga, thats a lie" 
  Armed and dangerous, sucker ass niggas cant bang with us 
  Angel dust, south bond streets they label us, notorious, cant be touched, yeah 
  Back of the block, yeah it was hell, yeah, serving the abundance 
  Lawyers and opps, yeah, judge by twelve and six feet under 
  One time for Chinx, one time for Max, you know Im puttin you under 
  Why am I still here? What is the mission? You know I sit here and wonder 
  Havent speak to my dawgs in a couple of months, can somebody tell em I love em 
  In my crib, duckin the feds, stuck in the zoo for the summer 
  One time for Big, one time for Pun, welcome to the city of God 
  You know the store, ride in the Rari, only way get out of dark 
  Play like the majors, life for the rich and the famous 
  Thats why shes sucking me off like I come in different flavors
  Im not take mine, gotta take mine, shooters with me, yellow celine
  Pop on the hook, youre out of your mind, go tell em rewind, baow
  Every thirty years, they cried Armani tears if a nigga tried to play with my life 
  So watch what you say cause, nigga, I dont play, any time o the day, its on sight 
  I looked the judge in the face, told him, "I dont know a thing, I wasnt there that night" 
  They said I had a AK in a Rari and I just caught a body, Im like, "Nigga, thats a lie" 
  Coke Boy, baby
  Coke Boy, baby