Cocaine Jim Jones (Ft. Philthy Rich)

[Verse 1]
They bay you got the line on the plug down there
Shit I got a trunk full
Giving out a deal
Slow down did the speed limit chill watch the troopers
Don’t smoke no weed in here
Put your seatbelt on make this look good gotta make a deal
They know we coming right
Tell em get that money together so when we get there we can get Out of there
No funny shit

[Verse 2]
Vegas trips tryna make fight time
Like yesterday me myself was risking a life time
If they caught they box I would’ve caught life though
On a I-80 west with a trunk full of white coke
Pulled over traffic stop behind me the white folks
My paper straight my liscense good so I should be aight though
I’m in the midwest state with New York plates
The last thing I need is a new court case
One car two compartments each of them hold 5 keys
F*ck wholesale each of them is thirty five g’s
I still got bitches that’ll board that plane
Two carry on’s one Luis luxury to hold cocaine
Lord blessed we done make them trips and made it back
With that soft yeah we had to cook that shit to make it crack
Make them pop that like two coast don’t play you like that
It’s about the bread we got that coast start spraying like that