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I should've signed to Coke Boys

But I was sellin' dope, boy

The Butcher comin', n**a

Should've signed to Coke Boys

But I was sellin' coke, boy

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

You know how this street shit go

What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny

I grinded accessibly, put rocks on the neck of me

This coupe I got from duPont Registry

The standard a hammer in my all rooms

I get a new Glock every week

My old b**h think I'm too rich to send an Uber

My new b**h wanna get pieces made from my jeweler

Drive-by's with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter

The FBI heard I can make c**e like I'm Scooter

The letter told my n**a in jail, told him he blessed

He said, "You gotta hold us down, you the only one left", yeah

Responsibility come with the opportunity

Don't want no crooked preacher lyin' in my eulogy

H**s think they usin' me, I got her out the country eatin' beautifully

Spent a couple hunnid on a charcuterie

Raw endorsement, war with law enforcement

'Til my lawn full of Maybachs and small Porsches

Let's go (haan)

I should've signed to Coke Boys

But I was sellin' dope, boy (Montana)

I should've signed to Coke Boys

But I was sellin' dope, boy (haan)

I should have signed to Coke Boy

But I was sellin' coke, boy (Montana)

I should have signed to Coke Boy

But I was sellin' coke, boy

Coke Boys charged double in the drought

Pack busted in her stomach

Started foamin' out the mouth (woo)

On strays, broad day, think daylight sweet

And my youngin got the K like Skeet (baow, baow, baow, baow)

Before you try and surf, let the wave break (break)

Let the cake bake (bake)

Talkin' summers, I done had a whole decade straight (haan)

Her eyes dilated, we gon' miss dinner

She don't eat, like her manager was Kris Jenner (ah)

Need a brick in a brown bag? Sign to me

Never let nobody live in your mind for free (ah)

And when you get tested, you get your answers

Block pitchin', jumpin' like Miles Bridges (uh)

Could have signed to Cash Money but I was gettin' cash money

Knick, game floor seats, next to Van Gundhi (ah)

Coke Boy co-founder, head cracked like I was nose-divin'

At the Met Gala with no stylist, haan (ah)

I should've signed to Coke Boys

But I was sellin' dope, boy (Montana)

I should've signed to Coke Boys

But I was sellin' dope, boy (haan)

I should have signed to Coke Boy

But I was sellin' coke, boy (Montana)

I should have signed to Coke Boy (ha-ha)

But I was sellin' coke, boy)

Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (uh-huh)

The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot (haha)

It's never your enemy, it's always your own people (yeah)

Pride was the reason he died, no ego (no ego)

(You know me) you know me, the don Jada (yeah)

I'm out there, morning shit for the Montega (woo)

Work touched down, I sold it, I ain't hold it (uh-uh)

Twelve hours, hand to hand, no COVID (nope)

We just rubber band the money, we don't fold it (never)

As far as the economy goes, we control it (ew control it)

You had a lil' luck if you came up (uh)

Ask me, Fentanyl is f**' the game up (mh)

You get your chain jumped, just play the game proper (that's it)

Playin' with your nose or is you a vein popper? (Vein popper, ooh)

Knockin' off half in zips, just another day at the office

Bags and bricks, what's up? (Haan)

I could've signed to coke Boys

But I was sellin' dope, boy (haan)

I could've signed to Coke Boys

But I was sellin' dope, boy (haha)

I could've signed to Coke Boys

But I was sellin' dope, boy (don't worry about it)

I was sellin' it all, (ha-ha)