Coca Cola 163Margs

[Intro]
(Coca Cola bottle hips)

[Verse 1]
Can't war guys that ain't my calibre
Bro got a long nose, comin' like Avatar
Need me a sweet caramel like Fatima
Big boob babe with back that's fat enough
Talk on the net as much as you want
But live in the flesh, let's see if you're bad enough
See if we won't bad him up, had man backin' up
Callin' his mate, like, yo come back him up, man
Can't lie, that yute had stamina
Bro try wet that in front of the camera
Really try leave mans shirt like Saliba
Sweep up gang with a broom, no janitor
I could never lack for the puss
Trust me babe, nah I ain't no amateur
Don't ask where I'm at
If I'm not in the stu', then I'm OT trappin' up

[Chorus]
Bad one callin' my iPhone
At the same time that my Nokia rings (Ring)
Can't talk what the Nokia did (Calm)
I'm off grid like 'Hala Madrid' (You Know)
Buck into us, watch hella man skid
Watch hella man skid like hella man did
Who's that one, looking all thick?
Coca Cola bottle hips (Yeah)