Pure Cocaine Lyrics

Yo Gotti


album: Track 15 in album Trap-A-Thon (Who Run It)
release date: 2010-6-7
popularity : 29 users have visited this page.
length: 3:48

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine
Remember me coca'ina you like my best friend,
When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in
Far as I remember my nigga my life is full of pain,
I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain
I laid that white on the table I watch em catch a drain,
I knew right then right there that I would never live the same
I'm like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me,
I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me
But you can't break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole),
It's a drought on real niggas you already know
I'm that ether nigga that fish scale,
You that oil base homie you don't cook well
I'm yo gotti the king and I got that young cash,
New money in a muthafuckin dufflebag
All hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag,
Young money bitch I keep a couple hundred stashed
Coca'ina heavily cooking dope excessively,
Heavy risk activity my god given ability
Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to?,
Shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off with bricks
Gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at,
Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday
Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder,
I'm so high I see stone mountain
Gucci got da birds I ain't talkin bout da falcons,
Gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon
Hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum,
Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them
Gucci mane bastard cook dat dope faster,
Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma
Coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane,
80 in the air man bricks over here mane
Yeah, I never thought I would be ridin dirty on I-10 just reup and flip again,
Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance
Speed limit 65 so I'm goin 62,
Both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do
Crackers pull me over they ain't got shit gotta let me dip,
Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip
Usaully keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full,
Not today on I-10 it's nothing but me and redbull
Collared shirt brown slacks lookin like a business man,
Bible on the passenger side yeah I'm a christian man
Yeah I pray to god let me get these bricks back lord,
Please don't let these crackers try to search this lil ol' honda accord.
Shit I'm wide awake, I ain't sleepy so I ain't gon swerve
Told you I like to trap it when it rain I call em thunderbirds
I'm the only one touch the work so I know it's all good,
Cause I don't move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but



Track Listing


Digital Media 1
  • 1 Mo Money
  • 2 Bosses
  • 3 Loddi Doddi
  • 4 Whut It Dew
  • 5 Ridiculous
  • 6 Chuurch
  • 7 That's Wus Up
  • 8 Shit Like Me
  • 9 Gettin' It In
  • 10 I Be Like
  • 11 Money Maker
  • 12 My Niggas (Remix)
  • 13 Cocaine (Awww Man)
  • 14 Sold Out
  • 15 Pure Cocaine
  • 16 Let's Vibe
  • 17 I Run (Remix)
  • 18 Miami
  • 19 Neighborhood Superstarz
  • 20 Be Quiet
  • 21 Work Ya Wrist
  • 22 Mo Money
  • 23 Light Show
  • 24 Julious