Coco Pt. 2 (feat. Jeezy & O.T. Genasis)

Tak called me on the jail phone, he told me Tell them niggas, remember this lack of mercy when my dawg get home 'caina I said, Tak we was never on these niggas' sides CoCo It's the Chasers Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em Every nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em Or I used to trap with 'em I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga And we ain't fuckin' with you rat niggas Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas Back where the Sun never shines They let Meek Milly back home just in time Look at their faces, now I got the paper Now they don't remember when I had to grind She fell in love with the CoCo She got on Chanel and Manolo And we out Dubai at the boat show Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO It's my lituation like Loso And my situation an off shore And I give her head like she Ocho Cinco Draggin' my mink like I'm loco You mad at me, but she chose though How you get mad 'bout my old ho 2015, I do rose gold Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though What you done it with Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda Who you runnin' with It's the Chasers and we're takin' over How you spittin' that shit Whip it through the glass, nigga Buy a hundred bottles and put 'em on my tab, nigga I'm in love with the coco I'm in love with the coco I got it for the low, low I'm in love with the coco Ridin' through the city with a check on me Ridin' through the hood with a TEC on me 28 make it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle So explain why these mothafuckas slept on me 8 ball 'til I reach me a kilo Made enough then I went to see Rico Paid in full, if you actin' like Rico I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco Hundred round clip in the mothafuckin' TEC Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex High school, got off on a nigga with the whopper 12k for my pistol in a fuckin' dishwasher One hit wonder, yeah that's a fact Hit his ass 'til the police wonder where I'm at Made so much money off this goddamn song Still get in your ass like a goddamn thong Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the kids Stop tryna act like you don't know what it is Bakin' soda ain't cut me no check If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is Everybody know I'm in love with the coke My ex bitch took a young nigga for a joke If a nigga got a problem then he gon' get smoked I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda Whip it through the glass, nigga I'm blowin' money fast, nigga I'm in love with the coco I'm in love with the coco I got it for the low, low I'm in love with the coco I say I run my town like Puffy, bitch Units in the duffel They like, Why the fuck he never got indicted I guess I'm lucky, bitch I ain't playin' 'bout this nine I will shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo Duct tape triple black, that's that ocho What if I told you bicycle with a logo And got 'em in the air bag of the Volvo Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce And if them tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro If that's the case, you gotta whip it slow mo I got yellow boxes everywhere This is Arm and Hammer everywhere Dropped a 9, got a half, nigga We gon' need some bigger bags, nigga I'm in love with the coco I'm in love with the coco I got it for the low, low I'm in love with the coco