ฟังเพลงPure Cocaine (Explicit)

Pure Cocaine (Explicit) - Lil Baby

Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Chris Rosser/Matthew Edward Robinson

Composed by：Dominique Jones/Chris Rosser/Matthew Edward Robinson

Produced by：Mattazik Muzik/Quay Global

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain yeah

Made a brick through a brick

Ain't whip up s**t

This pure c*****e yeah

From the streets

But I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe

No brain

Coupe no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing

Do my thing

Bought her brand new shoes

Told her kick rocks

Don't stand too close

Diamonds kickbox

Think red means go so I don't stop

I know they wish they could catch me

But keep wishin'

You think I done turned into a fiend for these b***hes

Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches

Made your b***h f**k on my friend

It's no difference

I ain't never popped no Xan

I sip sizzurp

If I ever have to tell on the gang

I won't do it

If I put it on a song

I seen it or been through it

I can't put it in my song

I know how the feds move

Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no famgoon

Gave my mama ten bands

Sent her to Cancún

Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no d**n fool

If I went in there and did

It and made it you can too

We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain yeah

Made a brick through a brick

Ain't whip up s**t

This pure c*****e yeah

From the streets

But I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe no brain

Coupe no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing

Do my thing

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain yeah

Made a brick through a brick

Ain't whip up s**t

This pure c*****e yeah

From the streets but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe no brain

Coupe no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing

Do my thing

Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag

New Era I'm a d**e boy no cap

I'm living my best life for real

Just left the dealership no tag

If we opposite it won't work

It won't last

Get an opposite knocked off toe tag

Ain't been home in a month got my ho mad

They need me in the trap but I can't go back

I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab

I got M's in the bank

Give a d**n what they think

Every vibe I ever shot my shot at caught it

Everything you ever seen me riding in bought it

Big dawg status

I ain't gotta sell drugs

Put my craft into rap then I took off yeah

New G Wagon no key

This a push start

I can hit the gas

Make it disappear

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain every day yeah

Made a brick through a brick

Ain't whip up s**t

This pure c*****e yeah

From the streets

But I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe

No brain

Coupe no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing

Do my thing

When your wrist like this

You don't check the forecast

Every day it's gon' rain every day yeah

Made a brick through a brick

Ain't whip up s**t

This pure c*****e yeah

From the streets

But I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe no brain

Coupe no brain

Ain't worried 'bout you

I'ma do what I do

And I do my thing

Do my thing