Coke Weed Etc. Lyrics

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The most notorious

Trap nigga in the world

They made Scarface about me

Before I was even born

You know the shit be on my nigga

Narleydude

Fuck the law flip a pack

Sell some weed sell some crack

Whatever to make a stack

Whatever to make it back

I’m Maj O’Narley all ever I did was fuck & trap

I’m always up & since a kid I never took a nap

Late night makin jugs

While I’m in the newest foreign

Never had a 9-5

Cuz that shit is for the poorest

& fuck I look like bein in somebody class

If they was teachin how to trap, I could prolly pass

fuck gettin a degree it’s jus a piece of paper

Take my advice, shit

You ain’t gon need it later

The only paper that’s important is a dollar

& I’m jus put some up, on some games played in college

Yeah I gamble & I shoot dice, tossin back cups

Gamble & I shoot dice, never lost once

I’on know how much I gotta say the shit

Tom Brady playin put ya bread up on the Patriots

Robert Kraft in town ? Can’t be fuckin wit no lazy bitch

Make that hoe fuck him for the bread,

But never pay the bitch

Or some 20/80 shit

Give that bitch the less & you get most of it

Oh she goin rouge ?

Get a new hoe & mold the bitch

I jus rolled another spliff

& it’s like a 7 in it

Roll up every seven minutes

Drivin while I’m sippin Guinness

Screamin “free my fuckin niggas”

They be soon home haters

Rollin up spliffs in they probation papers

All I know is fuckin get it

& I tryna hear none of that “lyrical” shit, I ain’t fuckin wit

Don’t nobody wanna hear about the stars & moon

I’m busy focused on the broads in the room

I’m Narleydude

Turnin up Turnin Turnin up

Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up

Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a

Brick of whatever etcetera

I got some mollies I’m Sellin a

Pack to whoever etcetera

cetera cetera cetera

Coke weed etcetera

Coke weed etcetera

Molly weed etcetera

Turnin up Turnin up Turnin up

Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up

Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a

Brick of whatever etcetera

I got some mollies I’m Sellin a

Pack to whoever etcetera

Yeah I keep it cool, never snap

Tell the truth, never cap

What I do, speak it facts

Yeah I keep it that

I’m LA Floyd all I ever did was fuck & rap

I’m undefeated when it come to speakin on these tracks

Started out in elementary

Lil La on stage rappin for the kids to see

Fast forward Jr High I was spittin wit a crew

High school I performed & I battled niggas too

So I thought by 18 I would be a fuckin star

“Oh shit the music not payin”

Had to get a fuckin job

Graduation summer right before I went for bachelors

Left wit my associates to be a rapper but

Shit ain’t really follow up

On top of the rap game goin from bars

To who got the most followers

Went from flows

To who pop the most bottles or fuck the most models

& chain got most sparkle

Almost like you had to be rich before the deal

I was broke, so I chose to make shit that you could feel

& I can’t promote the shit they do, that shit wrong

Especially that nigga Maj cuz he trap on every song it’s like

Turnin up Turnin Turnin up

Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up

Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a

Brick of whatever etcetera

I got some mollies I’m Sellin a

Pack to whoever etcetera

cetera cetera cetera

Coke weed etcetera

Coke weed etcetera

Molly weed etcetera

Turnin up Turnin up Turnin up

Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up

Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a

Brick of whatever etcetera

I got some mollies I’m Sellin a

Pack to whoever etcetera

“Who the fuck is this on my dick

Soulful shit ?

Nigga I jus sold some bricks & froze the wrist

This nigga Floyd broke, I’m fixed”

Don’t be talkin bout me like I wouldn’t notice bitch

I represent real rap & gettin smart fans

“I represents real trap & credit card scams

Give a fuck about the culture I Jus want the bread”

What about the kids that follow you ?

“Hope they dodge the feds

I ain’t got no son or daughter

I ain’t got no fuckin kids”

That don’t mean what you saying won’t get up in they heads

Muhfuckas like you is why the rhymin is gone

You jus focused on the jewelry & the style you got on

“You just hatin on my gucci”

Don’t you really know they hate us ?

“You jus hatin on my Burberry”

They hate us too wake up

“I ain’t bouta let you hate on my drip

You jus a fake woke nigga

Call you Farrakhan’vict

But I admit that you do got some passion

Maybe wit my help you could make it in this rappin

I could have you flossin”

I ain’t gon lie that 78Teen chain got me wondering what it costed

But I ain’t tryna send no kids to jail

Tellin them to do some shit that’s gon make em need bail

“Leave it to me”

Fuck you mean leave it to you

“Ima save that shit for my album but for you I’ll produce”

I ain’t even know you made beats nigga

“Nigga I do

& the lyrical niggas don’t fuck wit me but they fuckin wit you

So we could collab”

How much you chargin for ya beats tho you want a bag ?

“You know I’m eatin in the trap

You can’t even afford the splash

So I won’t do you like that”

So it’s like a favor

“More like when you go platinum pay a nigga later”

Say less never knew u was this cool

But fuck it let’s do some work

Ima meet you at the stu

“Cool”