Coke White, Starlight

I'm a big broad like Serena

Effeminate, offending them

Sipping green tea in my

Pendleton at Wimbledon

It's hunting season bro

You niggas is my venison

Why y'all acting like you fucking friends with them?

I'm ending them

Coke white, starlight

Hey la blanca donna

Mimosas in my sauna

Then I roll to Benihana

Smoking marijuana

With my trade from Nicaragua

My older sister swear she used to fuck with Capadonna

Oh nah, my bad, it was method

Never smile for these niggas

Been too wild for these niggas, bro

Yo, I keep my thoughts protected

Keep your dots connected

Keep your circle selective, girl

[x2]

You not a shotta

You fake thugs is pussy

Momma calls it like I see it, Johnny

That don't amuse me

And all you little fishes trying to get official

I make you swim out with those fishes

Make them match ya dentals

You not trap

You a fake rapper in expensive denim

You daytime my negro

You all my children

Little Boosie, nah, you more like Susan Lucci, brah

They clowns, fam, "No me leo con la sucia"

I'm good at getting niggas

Switch hit and flip the nigga

Call his baby mom's

So she can listen to my lick the nigga

I'm vengeful, I'm unsteady

I'm mad petty

Popping slores, you popping corks

Mad confetti

[Instrumental Break]

[x2]

"The opium room, they called it;

Little green, jade, smokey place

Cut like a sliver into the highway;

Dank spot, really

And with a music box filled up with just about everything."