Cocaine - Slim Thug, Bun B, Boston George

Selling cocaine, coming down candy

When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

Alright, P Pimp in the trunk rode in neons

Old school steel blowing snow full of freon

I pissin on you peons, pussy niggas tryin to sue me

Fans watching my every move like they watching a movie

A American gangsta live in the flesh and the shit

I’m selling like blue magic.

It’s the best, yes

Pussy niggas best to best up they chest

Cause as soon as we catch em slipping we gon put that hoe to rest

I put that on the text, niggas think the boss is soft

Nigga gon make em bring the old boss out

No drought in my city, if you need it we got plenty

Call me Cocaine Tony, out the A, fuck women

Selling cocaine, coming down candy

When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

You can catch me at the stinda steak, thirty dollar night

One more night before the first, that’s a 2Pac type of night

This bitch bad, I shouldn’t hit her.

I’ma hit her ass tonight

I’ma whip it, I’ma whip it, I’ma whip it til it’s right

I’m D-O-P-E, yeah that’s me.

Everybody know G sling that coco lean

Catch me, nigga whippin at my sister too

Talkin bout no Chevy when I say I win by sixty-two

Do it to a four, I put fours on that bitch

Thirty-five hundred, get your four in a split

Y’all know G know that bitch, I taught that hoe how to swim

I took bitch script the diamond Lil Kim

Boy I’m sellin' cocaine

Selling cocaine, coming down candy

When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

Draked up but I’m dripped out

Man I’ve been there for like twenty

Choppers, droppers, and boppers, playa I had plenty

Been heavy in these streets for damn near a couple decades

Hustler in the grinder man, all I do is get paid

All I do is get laid.

Kirby see a dimes, man all my slab get sprayed

So candy paint and shine, got money on my mind

Got bread up in my brain, cash is all up in my conscious

Partner, I need it man.

See me and Slim Thug run daily, sell drugs

Riding hard for our squads, fuck niggas catching slugs

Balls talking Bun B, ninety-eighters and them boys in blue

We ain’t gots to tell ya what them boys’ll do

Selling cocaine, coming down candy

When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy