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French Montana, DJ Drama & Benny the Butcher
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I pledge allegiance to the Coke Boys Special for the streets (Coke Boy, baby) I pledge allegiance to the Coke Boys (Uh) Smoked 'em like a Lucy (A Lucy), money think like Aruci (Aruci) Servin' that raw sushi, get it off the 'Gram like Boosie (Boosie) Sicker than your average (Average), brick up in the attic (Attic) Selektah with the Statik, no whiskey with the mammal (Woo) My opps need nine lives, shit dizzy in a high-rise (High-rise) Self-madе, no allies (No allies), Wave God, wе top five (Wave) Sticky in the drop, uh, milli' with the chop (Skrrt) Million dollar game, feel like Gillie with the pop (Ayy, ayy, ayy) 'Rari, four-hundred horses (Horses), drippin' like a broken faucet (Faucet) Black spider Porsches (Porsches), [?], them crosses (Alam Alaykum) I need mines in dollars (Dollars), keep your blogs and flowers (Flowers) Jackin' styles, niggas they owe me, YK Osiris (Ah) But I'll be (But I'll be), I follow OG's, not the IG (Not the IG, hey) Fresh up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy), I follow OG's, not the IG (Haan) Still throwin' parties when an opp die (Ah-baow-baow-baow) Got a bad bitch from the Southside (Southside) Montana smokin' on your Rushmore (The Butcher comin', nigga) Coke Boys knockin' at your front door (Yo) (Gangsta) They wonder how I got this hot and I'm still hungry 'Cause that few million a nigga done touched, they know real money (Nah) Uh, I was spendin' saks on clothes, figured I'd attract some hoes Front row, white fashion shoes, never was my fashion goal S550 coupe, pitch black, tint black, my bitch black (My bitch black) Face on the Rollie, even this black (Even this black) Big gun, we don't need no mishaps (Uh-uh), corner boy **** you talkin' old money for when I spent that? Racks on a jet, I'm landin' somewhere in Vegas Just to curb my enthusiasm, like Larry David (Hahaha) I'm ten times better, but I'm not near as famous 'Cause paparazzi don't take pictures at wear I'm hangin' Hmm, and if she broke, I can't stand the bitch (Hater) I won a couple championships, now I'm in a more fancy shit I'm hands-on when I'm stampin' bricks I really flew Southwest, my plug got a mansion with a landin' strip They hear this shit and start to think "Is it really me?" (Yeah, it's me) Did me and Ranch serve the whole city in that infinity? (No comment) Get with us, then tell me if I give off the energy Ex-drug dealer, rapper, I'm the epitome, it's Butch But I'll be (But I'll be), I follow OG's, not the IG (Not the IG, hey) Fresh up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy), I follow OG's, not the IG (Haan) Still throwin' parties when an opp die (Ah-baow-baow-baow) Got a bad bitch from the Southside (Southside) Montana smokin' on your Rushmore (Rushmore) Coke Boys knockin' at your front door (Haan) (Gangsta Grillz) You see, when it come to this mixtape shit I'm out here shadowboxin' with myself You get it?
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