Ok, coo buddy Lyrics

(Bl7ckie the coolest fuckin producer)

Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car

(Bl7ckie the coolest fuckin producer)

Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car

Young nigga screamin' head top, hangin' on the backboard

I press my Dee-Brown pumps, talk to that deacon cuz he got my money

Too turnt up, investigators say ima boss wit it, Roof fucked up

All these lil' bitches put they sigs in it

I just bought a scrapback ova beanie cuz I mean real business ya heard meh?

Fuck the street code, life's true G code is a code switch

Around the company men

Walked across the stage at 23 hope life don't fumble me in

You choose what you want, I choose what I win

I feel like A24, the way I'm dropin' all these street hits

I'm always who they checkin' for, like I'm on the Deans list

You'll never get no back-and-forth cuz I cannot receive shit

Late night feel like I can't see shit

Pull up in a old school truck

The air force ones clean, cuz they white cold cuts

I don't give a fuck what you mean, so don't say it

Never cross yo life, like yo' jeans

I know bitches that still callin' me

I pass the phone to my wife, and she said you a G

Everything I talk, everything I write's a fuckin' eulogy

Wake up in the morning like where's the cheese at

Brush my teeth, cross my O's with my T's

Cuz I'm like my daddy; you know I like hot sauce with my greens

I might just buy a caddie, money spicy acrobatic

Walk in the strip cuz I'm good

Put a strip bitch on my hood, make it bounce cuz I could

I haven't but I would

I'm an ATL at the gas station

Thot bitch askin' for the wood

And I don't even have it for you

(I didn't even give them the chorus yet)

In some skinny jeans with the old chuck

Tryna make money? What you mean? You can't move us

Pass my girl a G, She make a smooth hunnid

Better not ask about what you see

Ok, cool buddy

Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car

Young nigga screamin' head top, hangin' on the backboard

I press my Dee-Brown pumps, talk to that deacon cuz he got my money

Too turnt up, investigators say ima boss wit it, Roof fucked up

All these lil' bitches put they sigs in it

I just bought a scrapback ova beanie cuz I mean real business ya heard meh?

Fuck the street code