Pure Cocaine Lyrics - Lil Baby

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast 

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah 

Made a brick through a brick, 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 (Coupe, no brain) 

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do 

And I do my thing (Do my thing) 

Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks 

Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox 

Think red means goes so I don't stop 

I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin' 

You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches 

Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches 

Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no difference 

I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp 

If I ever have to tell 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 feds move 

Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon 

Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancún 

Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool 

If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too 

We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes 

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When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast 

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah 

Made a brick through a brick, 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 (Coupe, no brain) 

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do 

And I do my thing (Do my thing) 

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast 

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah 

Made a brick through a brick, 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 (Coupe, no brain) 

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do 

And I do my thing (Do my thing) 

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Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag 

New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap 

I'm living my best life for real 

Just left the dealership, no tag 

If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last 

Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag 

Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad 

They need me in the trap but I can't go back 

I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab 

I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think 

Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it 

Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it 

Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs 

Put my craft into 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, 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 (Coupe, no brain) 

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do 

And I do my thing (Do my thing) 

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast 

Every day it's gon' rain, yeah 

Made a brick through a brick, 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 (Coupe, no brain) 

Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do 

And I do my thing (Do my thing)