Pure Cocaine (feat. Gucci Mane & Young Cash)

This is Grade A, one hundred percent

Pure Colombian cocaine

Southern smoke

I'm talking snowflakes, man

Thirty-six ounces

**** still repped up

Temp in the middle smelling like gasoline

Whoa, white girl, white girl

Yo Gotti, Young Cash, Gucci Mane, the flow

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

Still love me to talk about this shit

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

But this where I come from

****, I am the planet

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

North Memphis, East Atlanta, Duvall County

Yo Gotti

All I ever served, I did in these streets

It's pure cocaine

Southern smoke

Remember me, cocaine, you like my best friend

When I was down and fucked up, you got my hands in

Far as I remember, my ****, my life been full of pain

I pulled it 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, ****, wrap me up and move me

I got this stamp in the middle, the whole hood approve me

But you can't break me down, you gotta send me whole

It's a drought on real ****, you already know

I'm that ether ****, 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 motherfucking duffle bag

Old hunnids in the sour cream Ruffles bag

Dope money, bitch, I keep a couple hunnids stashed

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

Gucci, Gucci

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

All I ever served, I did in these streets

Is pure cocaine

Southern smoke

Cocaina, heavily cooking dope excessively

Heavy risk activity, my god given ability

Hid the bricks in the six, wait till they get load of this

Shawty snort a lot of powder, let her snort it off the brick

Gucci Mane the dope boy, point me where the Js at

Here's a fifty slab, watch my '74 to pay ya back

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

Hunnid pounds of mid grade, stash that in my Magnum

Roll it to the country, then them country boys attach them

Gucci Mane bastard, cook that dope faster

Make the dope stretch like a eighty inch plasma

Coke stank, dope stank, smoking on my airplane

Eighty in the air, mane, bricks over here, mane

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

All I ever served, I did in these streets

Is pure cocaine

Yeah, I never thought I would be riding dirty on I-10

Just read up and flip again

Rent a car from Enterprise, license proof of insurance

Speed limit sixty-five, so I'm going sixty-two

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

Used to keep a pistol too, one in the chamber clip full

Not today on I-10, it's 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 by, Lord

Please don't let them crackers try to search this lil' Honda Accord

I'm wide awake, I ain't sleeping so I ain't gon' swerve

Told y'all I like the traffic, when it rain, I call them thunderbirds

I'm the only one touch the work, so I know it's uncut

'Cause I don't move nothing but, nothing but, nothing but

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

All I ever served, I did in these streets

Is pure cocaine