Coke Weed Etc.

Ok The most notorious Trap nigga in the world They made Scarface about me Before I was even born You know the shit be on my nigga Narleydude F*ck the law flip a pack Sell some weed sell some crack Whatever to make a stack Whatever to make it back I’m Maj O’Narley all ever I did was f*ck & trap I’m always up & since a kid I never took a nap Late night makin jugs While I’m in the newest foreign Never had a 9-5 Cuz that shit is for the poorest & f*ck I look like bein in somebody class If they was teachin how to trap, I could prolly pass f*ck gettin a degree it’s jus a piece of paper Take my advice, shit You ain’t gon need it later The only paper that’s important is a dollar & I’m jus put some up, on some games played in college Yeah I gamble & I shoot dice, tossin back cups Gamble & I shoot dice, never lost once I’on know how much I gotta say the shit Tom Brady playin put ya bread up on the Patriots Robert Kraft in town ? Can’t be fuckin wit no lazy bitch Make that hoe f*ck him for the bread, But never pay the bitch Or some 20/80 shit Give that bitch the less & you get most of it Oh she goin rouge ? Get a new hoe & mold the bitch I jus rolled another spliff & it’s like a 7 in it Roll up every seven minutes Drivin while I’m sippin Guinness Screamin “free my fuckin niggas” They be soon home haters Rollin up spliffs in they probation papers All I know is fuckin get it & I tryna hear none of that “lyrical” shit, I ain’t fuckin wit Don’t nobody wanna hear about the stars & moon I’m busy focused on the broads in the room I’m Narleydude Turnin up Turnin Turnin up Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a Brick of whatever etcetera I got some mollies I’m Sellin a Pack to whoever etcetera cetera cetera cetera Coke weed etcetera Coke weed etcetera Molly weed etcetera Turnin up Turnin up Turnin up Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a Brick of whatever etcetera I got some mollies I’m Sellin a Pack to whoever etcetera Yeah I keep it cool, never snap Tell the truth, never cap What I do, speak it facts Yeah I keep it that I’m LA Floyd all I ever did was f*ck & rap I’m undefeated when it come to speakin on these tracks Started out in elementary Lil La on stage rappin for the kids to see Fast forward Jr High I was spittin wit a crew High school I performed & I battled niggas too So I thought by 18 I would be a fuckin star “Oh shit the music not payin” Had to get a fuckin job Graduation summer right before I went for bachelors Left wit my associates to be a rapper but Shit ain’t really follow up On top of the rap game goin from bars To who got the most followers Went from flows To who pop the most bottles or f*ck the most models & chain got most sparkle Almost like you had to be rich before the deal I was broke, so I chose to make shit that you could feel & I can’t promote the shit they do, that shit wrong Especially that nigga Maj cuz he trap on every song it’s like Turnin up Turnin Turnin up Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a Brick of whatever etcetera I got some mollies I’m Sellin a Pack to whoever etcetera cetera cetera cetera Coke weed etcetera Coke weed etcetera Molly weed etcetera Turnin up Turnin up Turnin up Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a Brick of whatever etcetera I got some mollies I’m Sellin a Pack to whoever etcetera “Who the f*ck is this on my dick Soulful shit ? Nigga I jus sold some bricks & froze the wrist This nigga Floyd broke, I’m fixed” Don’t be talkin bout me like I wouldn’t notice bitch I represent real rap & gettin smart fans “I represents real trap & credit card scams Give a f*ck about the culture I Jus want the bread” What about the kids that follow you ? “Hope they dodge the feds I ain’t got no son or daughter I ain’t got no fuckin kids” That don’t mean what you saying won’t get up in they heads Muhfuckas like you is why the rhymin is gone You jus focused on the jewelry & the style you got on “You just hatin on my gucci” Don’t you really know they hate us ? “You jus hatin on my Burberry” They hate us too wake up “I ain’t bouta let you hate on my drip You jus a fake woke nigga Call you Farrakhan’vict But I admit that you do got some passion Maybe wit my help you could make it in this rappin I could have you flossin” I ain’t gon lie that 78Teen chain got me wondering what it costed But I ain’t tryna send no kids to jail Tellin them to do some shit that’s gon make em need bail “Leave it to me” F*ck you mean leave it to you “Ima save that shit for my album but for you I’ll produce” I ain’t even know you made beats nigga “Nigga I do & the lyrical niggas don’t f*ck wit me but they fuckin wit you So we could collab” How much you chargin for ya beats tho you want a bag ? “You know I’m eatin in the trap You can’t even afford the splash So I won’t do you like that” So it’s like a favor “More like when you go platinum pay a nigga later” Say less never knew u was this cool But f*ck it let’s do some work Ima meet you at the stu “Cool”