Pure Cocaine

When your wrist like this You don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Made a brick through a brick I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain Ain't worried 'bout you I'ma do what I do And I do my thang Do my thang Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks Don't stand too close, diamonds, kickbox Stay in red mean go, so I don't stop I know they wish they could catch me but keep wishin' You think I done turn into a fiend for these bitches Tryin' to stuff as much as I can in these bitches Make your bitch fuck on my man it's no difference I ain't never pop no Xan, I sip sizzurp If I ever have to turn 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 Fed goes through it And free all of the opps, but ain't no time gone Gave me momma ten bands, sent her to Cancun Got the crowd going dumb but I ain't no damn fool If I went in there and did it, then maybe you can too We done came from 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 I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain Ain't worried 'bout you I'ma do what I do And I do my thang Do my thang When your wrist like this You don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Made a brick through a brick I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain Ain't worried 'bout you I'ma do what I do And I do my thang Do my thang Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag New Era, I'ma dope boy, #nocap I'm livin' my best life for real Just left the dealership, no tag If we opposite it won't work, it won't last Be the 'opp-o-site' knocked off, toe tags Ain't been home in a month, got my whole mag They need me in the trap but I, can't go back I jumped out of Porsche with a ho that's 'bout to snap I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, call it Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it Big dog status, I ain't gotta sell drugs Put my craft in the 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, yeah Made a brick through a brick I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain Ain't worried 'bout you I'ma do what I do And I do my thang Do my thang When your wrist like this You don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Made a brick through a brick I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain Ain't worried 'bout you I'ma do what I do And I do my thang Do my thang