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
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
Fromthe 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