[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
Flashbacks about the streets and memories of my dawgs
I just looked at my phone had a couple of missed calls
One from Gucci, one from Diddy, and a couple of brawds
Man I'm down for the cause
Put these b**hes on pause
They'll lie to your face go f** off with dawgs
I'm like what up to my fans I wrote this sh** here for y'all
Come to your city stand on the couch, go hard, and ball
Cocaine music my n***a that sh** considered the brand
All white is the movement what the f** is you sayin'
n***as thought I was playing til' I pulled up in them cars
Then stepped out wit' that j**erly now they see us as stars
I pushed the bu*ton dropped the top
Fixed my chain co*k my Glock
Tell my homies squad up 'bouta fall up in the spot
Stay focused keep your eyes open n***as be hating
Its 1st degree murder if a n***a wanna play(BOW)
Cocaine straight face no emotion just silence
These n***as wildin'
They strive on violence
n***as talkin' goon sh** I preach it to the choir
I know it, I seen it, I done it... co*k, aim, fire
[Hook]
While we're gettin' to it(oooh)
This is how we do it(all night)
All Night
All it is, is G way
And you know my heat stay(by my side)
Just me and my thoughts waiting on that call
Listening to that c**aine
This is co-caine mu-sic mu-sic
[Verse 2: Starlito]
Trash bag on the backseat
Having flashbacks of a track meet
Metro PD trynna catch me
High speed back streets if we crash so be it(f** it)
Cause the strap to big can't even stash the heat(Damn)
Predicate felon in the pa**enger seat (So what we gonna do?)
So I'm smashing when they ask for ID (Scuur)
Blue lights flashin' there future in the rearview
God saying pull over but Lucifer I hear you
My heart racing
Might as well start bracing myself for the car chasin'
Man the law getting closer I pull to the shoulder
They sped right pa** me they ain't even pull me over
I need a blunt and a [?] asap
Til then I'm in the trap
And I stay strap
20 pounds 20 thou yea I charge'em that
25 high risk boy a heart
Cashville on the ave where I started
Old school game yea I prolly need a starter hat
And a pull over I so f**ing hooded yea Zilla voice
Bopping c**aine music ridin' in a vanilla porche