Coke & Guns

Yeah

Green Lantern

Shoutout BSF, Griselda

You know what it is

Soup kitchen

Look, yo

[Verse 1:OT The Real]

Sixty grams of Fetty Wap, sitting on the countertop It’s a lot of death and paper, is you down

Or not My hitter walked out the Casino, he was down

A lot That’s when he followed you home, that’s

When we found your spot It’s a tangled web we weaving out here

Brodie seen his opps decided he gone leave em out here

Theres demons out here, the victim mother screaming out here

They saying I should leave my hood, but all my fiendsis out here

Riding the course, hit the jail I’m Finding a horse who rides like a Porsche

Or they can catch us violent assaults I’m back on the Ave, my tweakers on that

Shattery glass Got rocked to sleep, he spent a lot with me

Was sad that he passed She seeing money and she fantasize

The horse tranquilizer float inside made her paralyze

They say the good die young, we ain’t gone never die

I’m gone make a million out the window of this enterprise

[Hook :OT The Real]

I had to make the bags move I couldn’t afford a bad move

If I took it then I had to When they see us then it’s bad news

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns

[Verse 2:Benny The Butcher]

Names, I don’t gotta say mines Legendary shit like I’m A.I

Brought the chip upstate like Jim Boeheim I know it, these suckers, they gotta hate

It This year, I dominated, flying private

Landed at Teterboro with a driver waiting Hit the trap, dirty my hands, up early for

Bands I had a 80 for a bundle, a buck 30 for grams

I had to take the respect I deserve as a man Now the shit on my left wrist worth your advance

Can’t talk no business shit with Benny unless you cut the Milly

I’m OT with OT, I’m really clicked in Philly

I’m flying out the plug while you niggas flipping pennies

Re-ing up with 20, yeah I was really getting busy

You gotta watch out for snakes, they’ll shake your circle

I was trapping for parole, late, breaking curfew

Went from wrapping bricks in tape, selling weight in purple

To filming in my loft for a BAPE commercial My bitch from the Ps so I got money in the

Jects Never front but I’m a threat, all I want

Is my respect I been drumming, ya’ll was deaf

You didn’t feel me till I put a quarter in my driveway and a hundred on my neck

Hook (OT The Real)

I had to make the bags move I couldn’t afford a bad move

If I took it then I had to When they see us then it’s bad news

Coke and guns Coke and guns

Coke and guns Coke and guns

Coke and guns

Coke and guns