Coke Wave Boys (feat. Chinx & Max B)

Pull up with a thing, yeah, diamond rings out
 Bitches all over (Ow)
 Shawty doin' her thing, I'm on it, yeah
 I need a chauffer
 (La música de Harry Fraud)
 Pull up in that V (Yeah)
 She like Cherie when I leave
 You say we ride on these bitch niggas real quick (Yeah)
 Let's get 'em
 Now, every time I creep through the
 Block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
 Th-th-throw the top to the bottom
 Then the bottom to the top, pull over
 Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over
 Th-th-throw the top to the back
 Then the back to the top, pull over (Ayy)
 Goddamn, I'm
 Show me where the money (Show me), bet I go and get it
 Everybody want the fame, but they don't wanna pay the ticket
 Shawty said she wanna roller (Roller), nigga with some Timbs on (Oh)
 Move a lil' rock like the old Tim Dunc' (Yeah)
 She love me long, then she wipe me off clean
 I'm at the dealer cashin' out, then I'm spinnin' off mean
 Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout? They won't get it off Chinx
 Keep the burners near the toilet (What?)
 Work under the sink
 In the front, got them haters in the rear now
 Closest niggas to me gone, I ain't let a tear down
 Hate we in the game, we done fucked up their career now
 They know how I'm on it, get it how I want it
 Now, every time I creep through the
 Block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
 Th-th-throw the top to the bottom
 Then the bottom to the top, pull over
 Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over
 Th-th-throw the top to the back, then the back to the top, pull over
 Goddamn, I'm (Coke boy, baby)
 Mama prayin' in the room
 I'm in the next room baggin' work, washin' knuckles
 I need my shoes Christian
 And my watch from Geneva and I got shooters from Chicago
 I'm drippin', get your goggles
 In the jungle with the robbers
 If you walk off then you hit the lotto, yeah
 If you need that work, tato
 Hit up Broadway, call up Gato
 We in them jets, two hours to Cabo
 No ID, shooters no IG
 I'm on front line, money on my mind
 Money truck, beep, beep, beep, flatline
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 Babes up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys
 Them foreign car outlaws, yeah, yeah
 Babes up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys
 And them foreign car Wave Gods, ayy, ayy
 Yeah, they tried to throw the book at a nigga
 Baby mama, she won't even look at a nigga
 Waste of talent, uh, never that
 Any time he ace in the deuce, nigga bet it back
 Every time on my way to school, baby shared a ride
 Had to watch for the pig, undercovers would share the trap
 Max, you're not like them, nigga, you're different
 Way with the dick, baby say I'm eccentric
 Never mention my name in a sentence
 Niggas be chicks these days, they need attention
 Four door Lambo needs suspension
 Too many potholes out there in Brooklyn
 Too many loops from Harry Fraud, hood shit
 Paid for, Allah, Bobby Flay, good shit
 This wasn't even supposed to happen, we pushed it
 Sautéing a nigga brain, cooked it
 Now, every time I creep through the
 Block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
 Th-th-throw the top to the bottom
 Then the bottom to the top, pull over
 Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over
 Th-th-throw the top to the back, then the back to the top, pull over
 Goddamn, I'm
 (Montana caught a lick)
 Goddamn, I'm
 (My wrist water whip)
 Goddamn, I'm
 (Main bitch on my hip)
 Goddamn, I'm
 Goddamn, I'm
 I know, I know, I know, I know
 I know, I know, I know, I know