DJ Green Lantern and OT The Real - Coke & Guns (feat. Benny the Butcher)
Intro (OT The Real)Yeah
Green Lantern
Shoutout BSF, Griselda
You know what it is
Soup kitchen
Look, yo
Verse 1 (OT The Real)
Sixty grams of Fetty Wap, sitting on the countertop
It's a lot of death and paper, is you down or not
My hitter walked out the Casino, he was down a lot
That's when he followed you home, that's when we found your spot
It's a tangled web we weaving out here
Brodie seen his opps decided he gone leave em out here
Theres demons out here, the victim mother screaming out here
They saying I should leave my hood, but all my fiendsis out here
Riding the course, hit the jail I'm
Finding a horse who rides like a Porsche
Or they can catch us violent assaults
I'm back on the Ave, my tweakers on that shattery glass
Got rocked to sleep, he spent a lot with me, was sad that he passed
She seeing money and she fantasize
The horse tranquilizer float inside made her paralyze
They say the good die young, we ain't gone never die
I'm gone make a million out the window of this enterprise
Hook (OT The Real)
I had to make the bags move
I couldn't afford a bad move
If I took it then I had to
When they see us then it's bad news
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Verse 2 (Benny The Butcher)
Names, I don't gotta say mines
Legendary shit like I'm A.I.
Brought the chip upstate like Jim Boeheim
I know it, these suckers, they gotta hate it
This year, I dominated, flying private
Landed at Teterboro with a driver waiting
Hit the trap, dirty my hands, up early for bands
I had a 80 for a bundle, a buck 30 for grams
I had to take the respect I deserve as a man
Now the shit on my left wrist worth your advance
Can't talk no business shit with Benny unless you cut the Milly
I'm OT with OT, I'm really clicked in Philly
I'm flying out the plug while you niggas flipping pennies
Re-ing up with 20, yeah I was really getting busy
You gotta watch out for snakes, they'll shake your circle
I was trapping for parole, late, breaking curfew
Went from wrapping bricks in tape, selling weight in purple
To filming in my loft for a BAPE commercial
My bitch from the Ps so I got money in the jects
Never front but I'm a threat, all I want is my respect
I been drumming, ya'll was deaf
You didn't feel me till I put a quarter in my driveway and a hundred on my neck
Hook (OT The Real)
I had to make the bags move
I couldn't afford a bad move
If I took it then I had to
When they see us then it's bad news
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Coke and guns
Written by:
James D'Agostino, Jeremie Pennick, Stephen P. Odell
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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