[Chorus: French Montana]
Said you was fucking with him, but you ain't fucking with him
50 Cal sound like a truck hit him
Bitches go both ways, nigga, what your dope weigh?
Niggas ain't fucking with the Coke Wave
Shotty with the kickback, make you niggas sit back
Once you hear that click clack
You not fucking with the Coke Boys, ho
[Verse: Big Cheeze]
Put something in your skin, no tatts
Flow like platnom coal, bars like gold crack
On the grind, all the time, no naps
I'm getting money, just need a closet for all hats
Cashed out, fuck the rats
The trunk looking like the Player's' Ball out Detroit, all macks
I got the strip locked like [?]
All my fiends [?] protected, 'cause they [?] raw
Think shit is sweet, I'll crack your bitch jaw
[?] tigh her up, [?]
Play with the moola, shoot right through ya
On the strip with dog food, no [?]
Know I get my hustle on, soda mixed with thе water
Yeah I get my bubblе on
[?] boots, [?] bubble on
Draw the 8 quick, I ain't tryna get my tussle on
Come fuck with me, [?] fuck with me
Do a drive bye on the P, [?]
You ain't [?] collect all the money
Drop off packages, yeah, I'm the devil's helper
[?] the water like Sosa
Leave a nigga stinking in his addic or his floor like [?]
[?] wolves, in the yard out the cages
In the hoop, looking for niggas that ball outrageous
So we can stick them up, let the pump hick them up
If he think he tough, then [?] rip him up
Lay him down, treat him like Soccer, niggas'll kick him up
Fuck beef, counting the cheese, money gon' tripple up
Spit sick like sickle sell
And I stay fresh in them green [?]
On the grind, [?] dimes and the nickles [?]
Hit with shells, the kind [?] hell
Only move with family, stack a mill on them
Hop out the mag, with the [?] on them
Blue [?] 357 mag on him
He was attracted to beef, I put the bag on him
Me against the world, I really don't care
Hundred round clip Tommy Gun, [?]
Said you was fucking with him, but you ain't fucking with him
50 Cal sound like a truck hit him
Bitches go both ways, nigga, what your dope weigh?
Niggas ain't fucking with the Coke Wave
Shotty with the kickback, make you niggas sit back
Once you hear that click clack
You not fucking with the Coke Boys, ho
[Verse: Big Cheeze]
Put something in your skin, no tatts
Flow like platnom coal, bars like gold crack
On the grind, all the time, no naps
I'm getting money, just need a closet for all hats
Cashed out, fuck the rats
The trunk looking like the Player's' Ball out Detroit, all macks
I got the strip locked like [?]
All my fiends [?] protected, 'cause they [?] raw
Think shit is sweet, I'll crack your bitch jaw
[?] tigh her up, [?]
Play with the moola, shoot right through ya
On the strip with dog food, no [?]
Know I get my hustle on, soda mixed with thе water
Yeah I get my bubblе on
[?] boots, [?] bubble on
Draw the 8 quick, I ain't tryna get my tussle on
Come fuck with me, [?] fuck with me
Do a drive bye on the P, [?]
You ain't [?] collect all the money
Drop off packages, yeah, I'm the devil's helper
[?] the water like Sosa
Leave a nigga stinking in his addic or his floor like [?]
[?] wolves, in the yard out the cages
In the hoop, looking for niggas that ball outrageous
So we can stick them up, let the pump hick them up
If he think he tough, then [?] rip him up
Lay him down, treat him like Soccer, niggas'll kick him up
Fuck beef, counting the cheese, money gon' tripple up
Spit sick like sickle sell
And I stay fresh in them green [?]
On the grind, [?] dimes and the nickles [?]
Hit with shells, the kind [?] hell
Only move with family, stack a mill on them
Hop out the mag, with the [?] on them
Blue [?] 357 mag on him
He was attracted to beef, I put the bag on him
Me against the world, I really don't care
Hundred round clip Tommy Gun, [?]
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