Cokeamania - Troy Ave, Avon Blocksdale

I’m saying what up doe

I’m selling uncut blow

A nigga so cold

Jewels frozer than buffalo

These niggas Front though

They MC GUSTO

CB4 they talk

They should know that my gun go

I’ll blow this shit up yo

Pussy niggas must got me confused

Shoot a nigga out they motherfuckin shoes

The name is Troy Ave, but I’m far from local

And my gun goes off

I am far from vocal mother fucker

I’m young and thuggin, my name buzzin

Slangin drugs and slangin wood

Jim Duggan, girls loving

I’m just fuckin, never trustin, never bust in

Niggas baby moms be disgusting

I’m done lustin, back hustling, the phrase MOB

Couldn’t be more humbling

To other niggas, blow pop sucka niggas

I sell blow, Berra Paul, take under niggas

Coke Hogan, buy and sell be the slogan

I’m on my high horse, 500 when I be porche’n, HP

I’m vivid as HD, when I talk that shit

Niggas know that is really me

It’s not right, but it’s okay

Like whitney, RIP

Out in Houston I bought keys, opened up doors

From opening up raw, they opened up investigations

Fuck the law

Powder Life

I’m a smooth dark pretty young nigga that’s stylish

But dont get it confused, I be into the violence

Take my word or go ask niggas about my work

Niggas violate me, niggas do get merked

Pay no mind to the subliminal, they lyrical

Spray my nine at any physical, spirituals beams

I make 'em, send 'em holy to Satan

You just a soon to be t-shirt mural or painting

Hope ya niggas Matisse, Cause when that Van go

My gun go, Craccci

Fuckin loco, I don’t Play like OCHO

Chad Johono, I just root for the Giants

And keep it hundo, that’s a buck nigga

Fuck boi, fuck nigga

Got homies out the state penn that’ll touch niggas

No homo, but for the low dough

A couple light bands will have you meeting with Joe Paterno

I ain’t lion