Intro

歌詞

(Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby) Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in We had to get back in..., it's out of control These kids wanna shoot people in the foot Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner (Coke Boy, baby) (If your beauty I'd no longer see) Haha, we ain't been here in a minute I guess it was about that time (Would you leave me, pretty baby?) We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here (And if I thought it best to set you free, yeah) Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s (Would you hate me?) DJ Drama Montana (Gangsta Grillz) (If you would, please tell me now, so I can) Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope) You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float) Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.) Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope) They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood) Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love) Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Yessir, Coke Boy, baby) If I thought it best to set you free Would you hate me? Y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz) Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope) You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float) Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.) Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope) They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood) Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love) Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby) Money to the plug The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk We paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug They say it's love, that shit be fake (That shit be fake) Got the police state to state This shit too real, you can't relate Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate I want a slice, you got the cake (Got the cake) Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa) Introduce me to the plug (Plug), turned the Bronx to... Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress killed us faster (Killed us faster) You've mistaken that attention for success I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (Baby) Nigga, it's "Fuck you, pay me" (Fuck you) And you know I'm from the Bronx Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi' Benz black Audi, it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC) The pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie They shot him at Mercedes, screamin' "Should've paid me" He thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (Damn) I made a killin' off the shop-steps Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest She ain't ever seen this view (View), Whoopi Goldberg A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole... Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (Hard to find) Sober lately, hard to line me Real success is keepin' bars behind me Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG) Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces Miller with the..., Medusa's lyin' faces California 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages Minor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages And I get high off the za', grabber with the papers That'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (Block) Cookin' in the spot (Spot), cracked the glass pot (Pot) One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot) One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot) Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot) One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot) (Gangsta Grillz) Welcome to '23 The Jordan of this shit Mixtape king, like LBJ CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy The wave's back Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride Yours truly I wanna welcome y'all out To none other than somethin' legendary Coke Boys 6, suckers These kids don't wanna pay no homage They wanna forget who influenced 'em You should let me loose on 'em I'll go 'round and... their basket, you know They can put what they got in their pockets in there Fives, tens, nickels, dimes They treatin' pennies like they're...