Cocaine Musik Lyrics - Yo Gotti

When Im 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 bitches on pause 

They'll lie to your face go fuck off with dawgs 

I'm like what up to my fans I wrote this shit here for y'all 

Come to your city stand on the couch, go hard, and ball 

Cocaine music my nigga that shit considered the brand 

All white is the movement 

what the fuck is you sayin' 

Niggas thought I was playing til' I pulled up in them cars 

Then stepped out wit' that jewerly now they see us as stars 

I pushed the button dropped the top 

Fixed my chain cock my Glock 

Tell my homies squad up 'bouta fall up in the spot 

Stay focused keep your eyes open niggas be hating 

murder if a nigga wanna play(BOW) 

Cocaine straight face no emotion just silence 

These niggas wildin' 

They strive on violence 

Niggas talkin' goon shit I preach it to the choir 

I know it, I seen it, I done it . . . Cock, aim, fire 

While we're gettin' to it(oooh) 

This is how we do it(all night) 

And you know my heat stay(by my side) 

Just me and my thoughts waiting on that call 

Listening to that cocaine 

This is co-caine mu-sic mu-sic 

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(Fuck it) 

Cause the strap to big can't even stash the heat(Damn) 

Predicate felon 

in the passenger seat (So what we gonna do?) 

So im smashing when they ask for ID(Scuur) 

Blue lights flashin' there future in the rearview 

God saying pull over but Lucifer I hear you 

Might as well start bracing myself for the car chasin' 

Man the law getting closer I pull to the shoulder 

They sped right pass me they ain't even pull me over 

I need a blunt and a 

? 

Til then im in the trap 

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 fucking hooded yea 

Zilla 

Bopping cocaine music ridin' in a vanilla porche 

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