[Intro]
Coke Boi
[Verse 1: YRN Lingo]
Get to the bag and I go (I go)
I get done fuckin' ya bitch and I go (I go)
Roll up a blunt full of that Runtz, feelin' like I poured a four
I told her panties gotta go (Gotta go)
She want me to take it slow (Take it)
She like how the money rain on the floor (She lighten)
She lighten up like some twinkle toes (Shy)
[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
Most of these niggas goin' out sad (Sad)
Man, this shit is sad (So sad)
You really can't do nothin' but chase a bag
Dick ridin' at an all-time high
Gotta watch your back, they'll take your spot
Got a iron on me 'cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot)
[Verse 2: YRN Lingo]
Snitchin'-ass nigga, you gon' rot (Snitchin'-ass nigga, you gon' rot)
Can't tell on my brother, I would not (Can't tell on my brother, I would not)
One of a kind, man, we so hot (One of a kind, man, we so hot, yeah)
Can't let these niggas break us up (Nah)
They just mad we in the Bentley truck
Fuck around and get stumped a mud hole in your ass, playin' around with us (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Draw my gun if I see you movin' too fast, no need to rush
Six hour flight, wake me when the plane finna land, no catchin' bus (What? nah)
Got your bitch up on her knees and I'm finna bust
Saint Laurent, money bustin' out my damn jeans, ain't it's not enough
Saint Laurent jeans bustin' out my fuckin' what and I'm finna what?
Man, damn
Coke Boi
[Verse 1: YRN Lingo]
Get to the bag and I go (I go)
I get done fuckin' ya bitch and I go (I go)
Roll up a blunt full of that Runtz, feelin' like I poured a four
I told her panties gotta go (Gotta go)
She want me to take it slow (Take it)
She like how the money rain on the floor (She lighten)
She lighten up like some twinkle toes (Shy)
[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
Most of these niggas goin' out sad (Sad)
Man, this shit is sad (So sad)
You really can't do nothin' but chase a bag
Dick ridin' at an all-time high
Gotta watch your back, they'll take your spot
Got a iron on me 'cause it get hot (Hot, yeah)
Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot (Keep the iron on me 'cause it get hot)
[Verse 2: YRN Lingo]
Snitchin'-ass nigga, you gon' rot (Snitchin'-ass nigga, you gon' rot)
Can't tell on my brother, I would not (Can't tell on my brother, I would not)
One of a kind, man, we so hot (One of a kind, man, we so hot, yeah)
Can't let these niggas break us up (Nah)
They just mad we in the Bentley truck
Fuck around and get stumped a mud hole in your ass, playin' around with us (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Draw my gun if I see you movin' too fast, no need to rush
Six hour flight, wake me when the plane finna land, no catchin' bus (What? nah)
Got your bitch up on her knees and I'm finna bust
Saint Laurent, money bustin' out my damn jeans, ain't it's not enough
Saint Laurent jeans bustin' out my fuckin' what and I'm finna what?
Man, damn
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