COKEBALL ft. cartier Lyrics

Before you talk shit, you best hear the beat

(cartier) Cartier frames on, I can't fuckin' see (Fuckin' see)

Bitch I'm geekin' and I'm tweakin' off the fuckin' lean (Fuckin' lean')

I fucked yo bitch up in my car yeah I hit her spleen (Hit her spleen)

You ain't on no fuckin' X you off the codeine (Yuh, skrt)

Why you runnin', perkie hit ya tummy (Huh, huh)

You feelin' sunny, junkie, you a bummy (Huh, huh)

Got the beat for free yeah cause I make money (Huh, huh)

Ima TYB yo bitch, ima take ya honey (Huh, huh)

Ima stack up all yo bread, ima take ya money (Huh, huh)

You not fuckin' 2up, yeah, you not funny (Yeah, not funny)

Rat bitch, yeah you gon' eat the fuckin' crumbings (Rat bitch)

You don't know, haha, you don't know haha (Haha)

You a joke haha, cut ya throat, haha (Haha)

I'm in space haha, not a boat, haha (Yuh)

I don't wanna hear yo 2 cents if ya broke (Nah)

I could give you fuckin' 2 cents for ya hoe (Yeah)

Rent the bitch out, yeah, ima fuck her slow (Skrt)

You don't gotta worry bitch, I'm the fuckin' G.O.A.T, ha

The G.O.A.T tote a pole ha, the G.O.A.T wipe ya nose, ha

I'm in a Range Rover ha, I don't drive slow, nah

I hit the dash, I go ha, snortin' all that snow, ha

Cokeball, ho ha, fuck it till it blow, ha

Fuck my ex

Cartier frames on, I can't fuckin' see (Fuckin' see)

Bitch I'm geekin' and I'm tweakin' off the fuckin' lean (Fuckin' lean')

I fucked yo bitch up in my car yeah I hit her spleen (Hit her spleen)

You ain't on no fuckin' X you off the codeine

Ha bitch, now ya know me

Why you runnin', perkie hit ya tummy (Huh, huh)

You feelin' sunny, junkie, you a bummy (Huh, huh)

Got the beat for free yeah, cause I make money (Huh, huh)

Ima TYB yo bitch, ima take ya honey (Huh, huh)

Ima stack up all yo bread, Ima take ya money (Huh, huh)

You not fuckin' 2up, yeah, you not funny (Yeah, not funny)

Rat bitch, yeah you gon' eat the fuckin' crumbing's (Rat bitch)

(Lil $tackz) Like Lil $tackz is on the track, bitch

Hop up in my fuckin M and now I'm switching fuckin lanes

Niggas Wanna play me goofy, Ion hear the fuckin lames

Kenzo cash like my name Kaine

Shawty give me stupid brain

And now niggas can't think the same

What car Ima drive today?

Foreign cars is all I race and payday was like chips, lays

Left a nigga feeling Lucki, now he Inna fuckin haze

Running routes I got the plays

Hit my phone like Ima Chase

I got niggas throwing shade and I don't give a fuck

Vlado always Boutta buck and I can't stop till I get funds

Niggas play like this a game, fun fact my life was Neva fun

Neva toting on a gun but I still got it from the mud

Can't call me Yu little bro, I only got a couple muds

I got static on the beat and Ima strike it like a drum

Niggas always stay in motion

I got sauce like sip my potion

On the beat and I'm just costing

Light a Splee we get to toasting

Shawty at my fuckin crib and Ion need a fuckin Trojan

Ion need a fuckin Trojan

Got the za, we just rolling

Call up all the fuckin guys

We got the knocks, we just strolling

Aint no bluff up in my rap so Ima keep on fuckin boasting

Ima keep on fuckin boasting

Like we gon' fuckin blow up (Blow up),

Like we gon' fuckin blow up (Blow up),

I got knocks up in the spot

And we gon' fuckin show up

Show up, show up

Like we gon fucking what, what?

(cartier) Yeah, we gon' fuckin' show up (ha, bitch)

Take yo hand to roll up, huh

Pour that fuckin' four up

Yeah, skert