Cola

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, woah

[Chorus: Chvsefr & Jaydes]

Yeah, why they keep on saying he ain't gon' shoot it, like I won’t? (Woah, woah, oh)

Opp pack in my blunt, this shit too strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Lil' baby, I'm outside of your crib like "What we on?" (Silo killed this shit)

You out yo' fuckin' mind if you think I love you, bitch I don't

If you think I'll chase you, bitch I won't

Ayy, ayy

Shots to your dome, put some shots in your arm

She off the molly and the coke (Evvls, bitch)

I’m not talking bout’ the cola

That’s yo’ ho, I stole her

And I’m smoking on the gas, yeah, you can tell just by the odor

[Verse 1: Chvsefr]

You can tell just by the smell

With my shooter, she send him to hell

Knock him down, now a nigga need help

Pick yo’ mans up, think he fell

This that rockstar lifestyle, my nigga, and I ain’t talking YSL

Know thesе name been ringing some bells, and thеse hoes feeling me like Braille

Now these niggas been seein' I’m movin' lately, and they tryna follow along with my trail

Niggas trash and they way too stale, too many dubs, I can never fail

I know my niggas in the cut, they bumping this shit, run it back like I’m in NFL

And my bro just got off bail

Repping ones, can't set no deals

Nigga, they know just where I’m from, won’t see me running from no one

I can’t stand these niggas like Trump, if I see the opps, then the choppa gon’ dump

[Chorus: Chvsefr & Jaydes]

Yeah, why they keep on saying he ain't gon' shoot it, like I won’t? (Woah, woah, oh)

Opp pack in my blunt, this shit too strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Lil' baby, I'm outside of your crib like "What we on?" (Silo killed this shit)

You out yo' fuckin' mind if you think I love you, bitch I don't

If you think I'll chase you, bitch I won't

Ayy, ayy

Shots to your dome, put some shots in your arm

She off the molly and the coke

I’m not talking bout’ the cola

That’s yo’ ho, I stole her

And I’m smoking on the gas, yeah, you can tell just by the odor (Yo, Silo killed this shit)

[Verse 2: Jaydes]

And they tryna’ say that I’m cloning my lieutenant

Sippin’ on this red, I’m not talking Kool-Aid Jammers

Nigga talking crazy, this choppa fix yo’ grammar

Main ho won’t ever meet my standards

Ha, smoking this loud and strong, strong

I’m the one that put you on, lil bro

Take out the choppa, it came wit' a scope

.223 right to yo' nose

Got coke bae, keep yo' distance

Steady ballin' out like a Piston

Gotta look out for the hitman

When I go making these hits, yeah

[Chorus: Chvsefr & Jaydes]

Yeah, why they keep on saying he ain't gon' shoot it, like I won’t? (Woah, woah, oh)

Opp pack in my blunt, this shit too strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Lil' baby, I'm outside of your crib like "What we on?" (Silo killed this shit)

You out yo' fuckin' mind if you think I love you, bitch I don't

If you think I'll chase you, bitch I won't

Ayy, ayy

Shots to your dome, put some shots in your arm

She off the molly and the coke

I’m not talking bout’ the cola

That’s yo’ ho, I stole her

And I’m smoking on the gas, yeah, you can tell just by the odor