[Chorus]



Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2]

All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine



[Chorus x2]



[Yo gotti]



Remember me coca'ina you like my best friend, 

When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in



Far as I remember my nigga my life is full of pain, 

I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain



I laid that white on the table I watch em catch a drain, 

I knew right then right there that I would never live the same



I'm like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me, 

I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me



But you can't break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole), 

It's a drought on real niggas you already know



I'm that ether nigga that fish scale, 

You that oil base homie you don't cook well



I'm yo gotti the king and I got that young cash, 

New money in a muthafuckin dufflebag



All hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag, 

Young money bitch I keep a couple hundred stashed



[Chorus x2]



[Gucci Mane]



Coca'ina heavily cooking dope excessively, 

Heavy risk activity my god given ability



Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to???, 

Shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off wit bricks



Gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at, 

Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday



Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder, 

I'm so high I see stone mountain



Gucci got da birds I aint talkin bout da falcons, 

Gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon



Hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum, 

Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them



Gucci mane bastard cook dat dope faster, 

Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma



Coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane, 

80 in the air man bricks over here mane



[Young Cash]



Yeah, I never thought I would be ridin dirty on i-10 just reup and flip again, 

Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance



Speed limit 65 so I'm goin 62, 

Both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do



Crackers pull me over they aint got shit gotta let me dip, 

Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip



Usaully keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full, 

Not today on i-10 it's nothing but me and redbull



Collared shirt brown slacks lookin like a business man, 

Bible on the passenger side yeah I'm a christian man



Yeah I pray to god let me get these bricks back lord, 

Please don't let these crackers try to search this lil ol' honda accord.



Shit I'm wide awake, I aint sleepy so I aint gon swerve

Told you I like to trap it when it rain I call em thunderbirds



I'm the only one touch the work so I know it's all good, 

Cause I don't move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but