Cocaine Muzik - Yo Gotti, Rick Ross, Young Jeezy

When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall

Flashbacks about the streets and memories of my dawgs

I just looked at my phone had a couple of missed calls

One from Gucci, one from Diddy, and a couple of brawds

Man I’m down for the cause

Put these bitches on pause

They’ll lie to your face go fuck off with dawgs

I’m like what up to my fans I wrote this shit here for y’all

Come to your city stand on the couch, go hard, and ball

Cocaine music my nigga that shit considered the brand

All white is the movement what the fuck is you sayin'

Niggas thought I was playing til' I pulled up in them cars

Then stepped out wit' that jewerly now they see us as stars

I pushed the button dropped the top

Fixed my chain cock my Glock

Tell my homies squad up 'bouta fall up in the spot

Stay focused keep your eyes open niggas be hating

Its 1st degree murder if a nigga wanna play (BOW)

Cocaine straight face no emotion just silence

These niggas wildin'

They strive on violence

Niggas talkin' goon shit I preach it to the choir

I know it, I seen it, I done it… Cock, aim, fire

While we’re gettin' to it (oooh)

This is how we do it (all night)

All Night

All it is, is G way

And you know my heat stay (by my side)

Just me and my thoughts waiting on that call

Listening to that cocaine

This is co-caine mu-sic mu-sic

Trash bag on the backseat

Having flashbacks of a track meet

Metro PD trynna catch me

High speed back streets if we crash so be it (Fuck it)

Cause the strap to big can’t even stash the heat (Damn)

Predicate felon in the passenger seat (So what we gonna do?)

So I’m smashing when they ask for ID (Scuur)

Blue lights flashin' there future in the rearview

God saying pull over but Lucifer I hear you

My heart racing

Might as well start bracing myself for the car chasin'

Man the law getting closer I pull to the shoulder

They sped right pass me they ain’t even pull me over

I need a blunt and a asap

Til then I’m in the trap

And I stay strap

20 pounds 20 thou yea I charge’em that

25 high risk boy a heart

Cashville on the ave where I started

Old school game yea I prolly need a starter hat

And a pull over I so fucking hooded yea Zilla voice

Bopping cocaine music ridin' in a vanilla porche