CoCo - O.T. Genasis, MAKJ

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em

Every nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em

Or I used to trap with 'em

I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga

And we ain’t fuckin' with you rat niggas

Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas

Back where the Sun never shines

They let Meek Milly back home just in time

Look at their faces, now I got the paper

Now they don’t remember when I had to grind

She fell in love with the CoCo

She got on Chanel and Manolo

And we out Dubai at the boat show

Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin', «YOLO»

It’s my lituation like Loso

And my situation an off shore

And I give her head like she Ocho Cinco

Draggin' my mink like I’m loco

You mad at me, but she chose though

How you get mad 'bout my old ho?

2015, I do rose gold

Cause I’m in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though

(What you done it with?)

Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda

(Who you runnin' with?)

It’s the Chasers and we’re takin' over

(How you spittin' that shit?)

Whip it through the glass, nigga

Buy a hundred bottles and put 'em on my tab, nigga

I’m in love with the coco

I’m in love with the coco

I got it for the low, low

I’m in love with the coco

Ridin' through the city with a check on me

Ridin' through the hood with a TEC on me

28 make it double, I ain’t ever try to cuddle

So explain why these mothafuckas slept on me

8 ball 'til I reach me a kilo

Made enough then I went to see Rico

Paid in full, if you actin' like Rico

I’ma tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco

Hundred round clip in the mothafuckin' TEC

Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex

High school, got off on a nigga with the whopper

12k for my pistol in a fuckin' dishwasher

One hit wonder, yeah that’s a fact

Hit his ass 'til the police wonder where I’m at

Made so much money off this goddamn song

Still get in your ass like a goddamn thong

Coco Puffs, yeah that’s for the kids

Stop tryna act like you don’t know what it is

Bakin' soda ain’t cut me no check

If they don’t, I’ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is

Everybody know I’m in love with the coke

My ex bitch took a young nigga for a joke

If a nigga got a problem then he gon' get smoked

I’ma squeeze and I’m out like I parked too close

Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda

Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda

Whip it through the glass, nigga

I’m blowin' money fast, nigga

I say I run my town like Puffy, bitch

Units in the duffel

They like, «Why the fuck he never got indicted?»

I guess I’m lucky, bitch

I ain’t playin' 'bout this nine

I will shoot this bitch up like I’m Shyne

Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo

Duct tape triple black, that’s that ocho

What if I told you bicycle with a logo

And got 'em in the air bag of the Volvo

Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus

And if that shit weighin' up then that’s that Bruce Bruce

And if them tires losin' pressure, that’s that low pro

If that’s the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

I got yellow boxes everywhere

This is Arm & Hammer everywhere

Dropped a 9, got a half, nigga

We gon' need some bigger bags, nigga