Troy Ave - Cokeamania lyrics

[Hook:] I'm saying what up doe I'm selling uncut blow A n***a so cold Jewels frozer than buffalo These n***as Front though They MC GUSTO CB4 they talk They should know that my gun go I'll blow this sh** up yo [x2:] p**y n***as must got me confused Shoot a n***a out they motherf**in shoes The name is Troy Ave, but I'm far from local And my gun goes off I am far from vocal mother f**er sponsored links [Verse 1:] I'm young and thuggin, my name buzzin Slangin d** and slangin wood Jim Duggan, girls loving I'm just f**in, never trustin, never bust in n***as baby moms be disgusting I'm done lustin, back hustling, the phrase MOB Couldn't be more humbling To other n***as, blow pop s**a n***as I sell blow, Berra Paul, take under n***as 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 sh** n***as 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 f** the law Powder Life [Hook] [Verse 2:] I'm a smooth dark pretty young n***a that's stylish But don't get it confused, I be into the violence Take my word or go ask n***as about my work n***as violate me, n***as 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 n***as Matisse, Cause when that Van go My gun go, Craccci f**in loco, I don't Play like OCHO Chad Johono, I just root for the Giants And keep it hundo, that's a buck n***a f** boi, f** n***a Got homies out the state penn that'll touch n***as No h*mo, but for the low dough A couple light bands will have you meeting with Joe Paterno I ain't lion [Hook]