Usually found in the kitchen, where the stove at?
A real work of art, show your heart, I blow you smart
We gettin' that baby love, yeah, we pain free
'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
All my ***, throw your dubs up
And all my ***, throw you're hands up
Let them feel it when the bassline drop
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
For the love of this dough, that’s what I have to do
'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
Yeah, it's the ghetto god, rep the Bronx 'til I'm gone
I *** her and diss her
And all my ***, throw you're hands up
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up
La Costa Nostra, Gotti gang, my shotty ring
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
Sell *** to Pablo, sell grammar to Pun
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up
All my ***, throw your dubs up
Play shot and then I switch up the flow
Jealous 'cause they boyfriends ain’t me
Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop
Fit the ***, then again you know that
TA, what's up? I see you ***
Ain't nobody pocket certain here, we paid G's
Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
I give her that mayo, you come and you kiss her
Pepper spray gangsters, show you how the iron is slung
Got caught, didn't say a thing, you're not supposed to
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop
And we don't never see him in the hood and he owe rats
Let them feel it when the bassline drop
Lord of war, you need a hammer, I’ll sell you guns
Aiyyo, there's murder on the streets
Coka, Game, the gangsta gangsta
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses but that just ain’t Joe
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** with Joe
Got that ***, got that ***, get them *** sacks
Joey don't give a ***, told my *** hold that
Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
Was sent to prison, you know me, homie, the chromey's itchin'
Call it a killer's exhibition, let the body hang
My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Sandy Cossacks
You writin' them checks, go holla at my boy Damon
Sit back and watch the money get bricks, muh'f***
Now I could play like Kanye and let my chest hairs show
All my ***, throw your dubs up
Now mama loves me, her friends hate me
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up
Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions
And all my ***, throw you're hands up
I'm posted up, corner king, they named me Coka
*** Crack been a G ever since
Now listen up, you in love with a stripper
Stop searchin' ***, I am the one
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
Killa capital, I’m blastin' you
Let them feel it when the bassline drop
Latino Market, you know we got that *** in Memphis
'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
