Cocaine 6 - Yo Gotti

I’ve been standing in the kitchen over there

Stove just wanna whip it

Mixing yellow with the soda

Cook the whole thing got half a brick over

I’m on that cocaine 6

They not give him no

With them cocaine hits

I’m on my dope boy shit

I’m on that cocaine shit

White bit, white out for

For white bitch

I think I’m on that cocaine shit

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine is all they wanna hear

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine that what they know me for

Ok, first thing first

Pussy jump me in

I’m fresh up off the row

Made Manichee that weekend

Violate our management

Fresh up out a meeting

Chris Lighty told me stick to the streets

He got that business

I’m like who you getting?

Trying to make these millions

To the maserati I cop that for Easter weekend

Got to fill ourselves

But I can’t find a ceiling

These little bone niggas mostly rim your bitches in here chilling

He’s going up and down

Her neck looks like a yo-yo

She said she wants him in too

I told her that’s a no-no

Be my baby mama

Need her, you my main hoe

Pussy ass rappers we ain’t cool

And you know so

Plus I need a halo

Pisses me the H-off

Streets is my religion

I be bringing to my four-four

Gotti where you been?

Hanging at the bank, bitch

All around the globe

Ripping that cocaine shit

I’m on that cocaine 6

They not give him no

With them cocaine hits

I’m on my dope boy shit

I’m on that cocaine shit

White bit, white out for

For white bitch

I think I’m on that cocaine shit

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine is all they wanna hear

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine that what they know me for

Eyes froze

These niggas tell you they business

Niggas talk like they gangsters

But most of these niggas bitches

Your favorite rapper

Probably ain’t got no riches

Probably still on the jewel

And most of the cars rented

Mainly this industry shit

Made for T. V

Watered down commercial line

Niggas don’t want to see me

Besides, this shit

Faker than wrestling

God is selling out to a label

You couldn’t imagine

Fuck them with their fancies

Their labels and their advancements

'Cause I got plugs on plugs that send me

Bricks on bricks in advancements

Now fuck them all, bam

Trying to get my ass in

I’m the gangster of the year

And that’s how I been

Ever since I entered

Seen me in a rental

One thing right about it nigga

There’s some bricks inside the fender

Prep the cans

You step in the middle

Smell like gasoline

Fish gill, white glitter

I’m on that cocaine 6

They not give him no

With them cocaine hits

I’m on my dope boy shit

I’m on that cocaine shit

White bit, white out for

For white bitch

I think I’m on that cocaine shit

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine is all they wanna hear

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine that what they know me for