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 Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
 Wishy-washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do
 Junkie wit a face, she loves to do it in the bathroom
 Bitch, you talk to much, she ain't saying nun
 All these fake assumptions
 But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
 Molly, coke, and weed
 She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
 Never heard of some
 But she keep talkin' 'bout this clout nigga
 If he give her drugs
 She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
 Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her
 I got two phones, one for the whoa, uh
 Hello, you can catch me with a woe
 Prolly fuckin' on the woe
 Fill the blank I know you know
 Solo baby, I got things you never seen
 And I can prolly show you, baby
 Make you feel right, fuckin' with a lame
 No wonder why it doesn't feel nice
 This record bass is boomin'
 Now these bitches wanna feel Mike
 I don't need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly
 Been that nigga before I had figures
 I got two hoes one juked your bro
 (Hello) a hoe she gone do it for a note
 Or a gram to feel a bro
 Gettin' high before a show
 Junkie baby doesn't care about the message
 Just about the feelin', baby
 But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
 Molly, coke, and weed
 She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
 Never heard of some
 But she keep talkin' 'bout this clout nigga
 If he give her drugs
 She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
 Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her
 I remember I was shipped to work
 But now I skip to work, so I could sip the work
 We kick a door before I stick a four
 Right before I make the pockets hurt
 I held it down so now I'm coming up
 My money doubled up
 He got a gun to try and cover up
 Yo big dog is a -
 I'm a real nigga, ion' got no time for that shit
 I make hits I don't got no time to go do a hit
 Remember Benji at the corner sellin' junkies a fix
 Remember niggas laughin' at me
 Said my music was shit
 But now I knocked over Domino's
 Pappadeaux's, I eat all steak now
 The grass got greener than the other side
 Bitch it's too late now
 I'm Hollywood we was cool yesterday
 Get out my face now
 I'm VIP anywhere I go
 But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
 Molly, coke, and weed
 She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
 Never heard of some
 But she keep talkin' 'bout this clout nigga
 If he give her drugs
 She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
 Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her