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