Kevin Gates - Coco (Remix) lyrics
rate me(Intro)
I mean, I want talk some shit
I mean, what the fuck a nigga thought?
It's baking soda, I got baking soda
Pull up in a Rarri
Wait, hol' up, I'm trippin'
Let's start this bitch ova
(Verse)
Pull up in a foreign
Hol' up, that my stripper
You know we be thuggin'
My bitch' name Ferrari
Go get yo cousin, cuz Gunna gon' fuck 'er
I'm clutchin' the 4-4, in luv with the coco
Do yoga like cocos, she knows we be ballin'
Real winner, rich rap, got the game in the clinch
Treat every bitch, just came with the stitch
That hustle got a nigga on a marathon
Hol' up, think I left the pistol in the carrion
Big booty, big booty, bitch, real big booty
We don't talk to the cops, with this thing we shootin'
Sucka with the belt site, nigga went jog
Red on yo head have a match in yo bottle
Take 'im outta prison, nigga, I ain't have a dolla
Lay up on the snowflake, run up on the whole thang
Trap house, beach straight, drop out the cocaine
Drama street nigga, I'm a blood that rollin' cocaine
Get it by the jug, goin' harder by the dope
Can't let em get a peek, break off with the propane
Like I don't give flag, give a fuck bout the whole thang
Drop dig, drive nigga, need money for the whole team
(Hook)
73 Chevelle, put that bitch together
I'm married to the money, shit, we live together
Baking soda, I got baking soda
Baking soda, I got baking soda
Lingo, she like the way that I be talkin’
She want a bread winner, street nigga who retarded
Six cell phones, Im like who the fuck is calling?
She want a bread winner, street nigga who retarded
Street nigga who retarded, street nigga who retarded
Baking soda, I got baking soda
Baking soda, I got baking soda
(Verse 2)
Purse with the (?), she straight outta Tampa
In luv with her tummy like soda, I meant to say cola
Turn up with my young'n, he think I don't luv him, I know it
Like to get loaded, fuck it, drop off a brick to Lil Moga
Let 'em get weed, shit, I ain't even on that pro'lem, rollin' and smokin'
I possess soda, 40 ounces I'm droppin', I fold em, I coap em
Molly patnas, they likin' em Xans
Break cal off a coffin syringe
Might lose ya, keep up if ya can
My looga, keep up if you can
I'm back, thank ya mum, I'mma spray em
They be lyin' and sellin' no sanddrops
It's awfully hard, you can break it by hand
Come here foo, make it bounce like Spaldy
Make it bounce, make it bounce like Spaldy
She got a bread winner, and she say that he retarded
(Hook)
73 Chevelle, put that bitch together
I'm married to the money, shit, we live together
Baking soda, I got baking soda
Baking soda, I got baking soda
Lingo, she like the way that I be talkin’
She want a bread winner, street nigga who retarded
Six cell phones, Im like who the fuck is calling?
She want a bread winner, street nigga who retarded
Street nigga who retarded, street nigga who retarded
Baking soda, I got baking soda
Baking soda, I got baking soda
