Cocaine Cowboys Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 666

Okay, nigga, I just hit my parlay

This bitch on what, like 45

They say I'm fuckin' Sade

I pass the blunt to shawty, but she cool, she off a molly

She roll me up another and we slide down Collins fo show

She call me John Snow, the king of the north

I call it bullshit, but if so, no love lost

I'm countin' up this stack of blues like, baby, how much do this love cost

I gotta ask her what he say every time the plug talk

My nigga said I'm gettin' fat, no more chasin' cake

Keep some food inside your fridge, I see you scrape the plate

Keep the rest inside the safe so you can make mistakes

Nah, I ain't hatin' how you move, just tryin' to keep you straight

I try to talk to God already, I think it's too late

I call his phone, he text me back and said you'll see your day

I just smoked another blunt, I think I sealed my fate

It's either Benz, Coops, or I'ma catch this train

It's either shuttin' down the club or I go out a lame

I need designer jeans, yeah, that Bailman

I'ma get this money now, or Imma die in vain

cause niggas ain't shootin' legs here, they aimin' for your brain

Go and pop a bean, dawg, just try to stay sane

Sometimes I wonder what's enough, but that's a part of the game

Shit, I'm just sayin' how I feel, nigga

Pardon my shame

Shit, I'm just tryin' to keep it real, nigga

Pardon my pain

Shit, I be hungry after meals because I'm partly a slave

I heard a whisper, keep grindin'

Did that come from the grave

All my money good, nigga, FICO

I see him, this a rifle

I'm only seen on Halloween, these niggas call me Michael

Fuck my idols and my rivals

Thats somewhere in the Bible, all I think about is money

I might fuck around and buy you

I had to get away from here, I wrote this in the bayou

I was eatin' alligator

With a bitch thats into voodoo

If you pull up, we gon' shoot

Later, we askin' who you

I'm givin' out game, these niggas think I'm the guru

They givin' out fame for fake chains and tap shoes

I'll kill a nigga with hands up and won't shoot

But it's whatever, if you want it, we can do that

Trump good in my hood, nigga, he free Kodak

Should've freed Peezy, Max B, and no cap

I'm pullin' round the corner right now, nigga, no cap