Pure Cocaine

[Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine x3 All i ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Remember me cocaina 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 been 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) Its 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 mufuckin dufflebag Old hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag Dope money bitch i keep a couple hundred stashed [Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine x3 All i ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Cocaina heavily cooking dope excessively Heavy risk activity my god given ability Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to ??? Shawty snort a lotta powder let her snort it off the 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 the birds I ain't talking bout the Falcons Gucci slanging birds also known as a dragon Hundred pounds of mid-grade stash that in my magnum Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them Gucci mane bastard cook that dope faster Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma Coke stank dope stank smoking on my airplane 80 in the air mane bricks over here mane [Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine x3 All i ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Verse 3: Young Cash] Yeah, I never thought I would be riding dirty on I-10 just re-up and flip again Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance Speed limit 65 so I'm going 62 Both hands on the steering wheel driving 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 Usually keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full Not today on I-10 its nothing but me and Redbull Collared shirt brown slacks looking 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 Im the only one touch the work so I know its uncut Cause I don't move nothing but, nothing but, nothing but