Pure Cocaine
 作词 : Dominique Jones/Chris Rosser/Matthew Edward Robinson
 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Chris Rosser/Matthew Edward Robinson
 When your wrist like this
 You don't check the forecast
 Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
 Made a brick through a brick
 I ain't whip up shit
 This pure cocaine, yeah
 From the streets, but I got a little sense
 But I had to go coupe, no brain
 Ain't worried 'bout you
 I'ma do what I do
 And I do my thang
 Do my thang
 Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
 Don't stand too close, diamonds, kickbox
 Stay in red mean go, so I don't stop
 I know they wish they could catch me but keep wishin'
You think I done turn into a fiend for these bitches
Tryin' to stuff as much as I can in these bitches
Make your pussy pop on my man it's no difference
 I ain't never pop no Xan, I sip sizzurp
 If I ever have to turn on the gang, I won't do it
 If I put it on a song, I seen it, or been through it
 I can't put it in my song, I know how the Fed goes through it
 And free all of the opps, but ain't no time gone
 Gave me momma ten bands, sent her to Cancun
 Got the crowd going dumb but I ain't no damn fool
 If I went in there and did it, then maybe you can too
 We done came from a long way from broke and sharing shoes
 When your wrist like this
 You don't check the forecast
 Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
 Made a brick through a brick
 I ain't whip up shit
 This pure cocaine, yeah
 From the streets, but I got a little sense
 But I had to go coupe, no brain
 Ain't worried 'bout you
 I'ma do what I do
 And I do my thang
 Do my thang
 When your wrist like this
 You don't check the forecast
 Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
 Made a brick through a brick
 I ain't whip up shit
 This pure cocaine, yeah
 From the streets, but I got a little sense
 But I had to go coupe, no brain
 Ain't worried 'bout you
 I'ma do what I do
 And I do my thang
 Do my thang
 Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
 New Era, I'ma dope boy, nocap
 I'm livin' my best life for real
 Just left the dealership, no tag
 If we opposite it won't work, it won't last
 Be the 'opp-o-site' knocked off, toe tags
 Ain't been home in a month, got my hoe mad
 They need me in the trap but I, can't go back
 I jumped out of Porsche with a ho that's 'bout to snap
 I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
 Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, call it
 Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
 Big dog status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
 Put my craft in the rap then I took off, yeah
 New G Wagon, no key, this a push start
 I can hit the gas make it disappear
 When your wrist like this
 You don't check the forecast
 Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
 Made a brick through a brick
 I ain't whip up shit
 This pure cocaine, yeah
 From the streets, but I got a little sense
 But I had to go coupe, no brain
 Ain't worried 'bout you
 I'ma do what I do
 And I do my thang
 Do my thang
 When your wrist like this
 You don't check the forecast
 Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
 Made a brick through a brick
 I ain't whip up shit
 This pure cocaine, yeah
 From the streets, but I got a little sense
 But I had to go coupe, no brain
 Ain't worried 'bout you
 I'ma do what I do
 And I do my thang
 Do my thang