Coke Raps Freestyle (feat. King Trxll)
Weasel Sims
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Uh, they say imitation is the highest form of flattery But I ain't impressed though F*ck outta here nigga Trill King trill bitch Uh, streets took me a different direction Wasn't even supposed to go this route Shit I know about shit Niggaz ain't supposed to know about Used to second guess Now ain't no question who the coldest out If you didn't notice I guarantee that you notice now That nigga holding We gone take him down Set up a meeting Then jump out of the trunk on him like Leslie Chow I'm from a town where If you make it to thirty without yo hands dirty Shorties won't respect you Pray to God that he protect you Where dirty bitches will neck you For some liquor and a lil weed Westside home of the hustlers Moving at a different speeds Better watch ya mans That nigga hating Plus he fueled by greed Where the roses grow up Out the concrete Planted by evil seeds Yo yo let me out Bitch ass nigga What the f*ck you riding for F*ck if I offend you Pussy you ain't got it in you Never get up in that back seat If you ain't bout to clap heat This ain't a band But we'll make you dance On the back street Nigga Heyy, look imagine this Free smoke, free smoke My blick come wit a cancer stick That's enough second hand smoke For all ya mans ya wit Short em down Nailed em to the cross Like he was from Nazareth Pass outs have Auntie nem riding down Like they tryna crash the whip My test dummies, no air bags She love me, say nephew dats a hit Ever since sixteen I been having shit Cash and whips Since my first jab a nicks Been stacking chips Like that old pringles can By the van in the gangway Where I stashed my shit The dicks sitting in the alley on Gladys Shorty go pass the blick Scuffed my new Havanah Joe's Tryna stash the pole Ripped my Pelle coat my mans stole Cause he ain't want it no more Cause the nigga we was working for Got mad as all out doors When he heard his workers was snatching shit He said you thirsty robbing people Like our block ain't doing twenty or mo I ain't care cause I ain't do it I still bought it from bro for the low That was before, before that long ago Turned into a whole bag of zips A thousand grams A slab, a brick My bitch could vouch I went from hustling corners Working packs and shit To here's my number place your order I pull up on you in traffic wit yo package quick My back work active make each rap I spit Worth more than half a brick Most cats that rap this slick just play tough I'm tryna build a house All they cokes raps be made up Better stick to your role or get sprayed up From a young shooter accurate As Luka Doncic averages wit the Mavericks I'm all black like Africans To put a shell in ya head Cause a dead man can't snitch like master splint, bitch
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Written by: JABARI NEWTON, RUFUS SIMS
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