[Intro]
(J. Dizzle on the beat)

[Verse 1: J. Diggs]
Got— got— got cocaine in my jaw (My jaw)
Cocaine in my car (My car)
She got cocaine in her nose
I'm like cocaine on these hoes
Got dope dick for the low (Low)
Tell a broke bitch "Go ho" (Go ho)
Used to free fuck in high school
I don't do that shit no more (Do that shit no more)
Got my right hand on my steering wheel
My left hand on my weapon (My weapon)
My right-hand ride shotgun
We ride around tryna get 'em (Tryna get 'em)
Got haters all in my business (My business)
Worried about my bitches (My bitches)
You hangin' out with them snitches (Them snitches)
And all of y'all on my hitlist
I'm a damn fool with that hand tool
And I'm old school like thе rock game
Disappeared whеn them cops came
Then slide through with that octane
I'm flamin', I'm flamin'
I'm swingin' 'round with no aimin' (No aimin')
I'm gettin' down on sight (On sight)
Knock him right up off his bike (Blaow)
Got pots full of that Esco'
I'm callin' shots on my Metro
Rockin' out with my rocket out
And I'm pumpin' out that petro (Yeah)
I fights n***as, I bruise n***as, I shoots n***as, no gang (No gang)
I don't feel n***as, for real, n***as, I kill n***as, cocaine
[Chorus: D-Lo]
Cocaine, boy, I'm dope as cocaine
I'm a real n***a, no gangs
Boy, I'm gassin' shit, propane
Cocaine, boy, I'm dope as cocaine
I'm a real n***a, no gangs
Boy, I'm gassin' shit, propane

[Verse 2: Berner, D-Lo]
I, I, I import and I export on a road trip with an escort
TSA at SFO let me bring my weed through the airport
Big Bern', no joke, on that good weed, I'm so GOAT
Got a young bitch, she so cold, thirty mill', more gold
Cocaine (Cocaine) — yeah, cocaine
Percocet and codeine, call her by her whole name
Dir— dirty in the slow lane, shit could buy the whole thang
Cash in my stash box, this Glock could take your whole face
I'm from the Bay where the rap is a rip
Where we'd rather sell dope than chase after a dip
Yeah, it's on to UPS right after a sip
And we don't pour up unless we're crackin' a zip
Yeah, I'm too took off holy water, ask J. Diggs or 40 Water
I'm a certified young kingpin, exotic herb but I'm breedin'
I don't go to sleep or sleep in, I'm on cocaine on the weekend
Don't— don't try to swim in the deep end with these sharks
We'll rip your little pussy ass apart — cocaine
[Chorus: D-Lo]
Cocaine, boy, I'm dope as cocaine
I'm a real n***a, no gangs
Boy, I'm gassin' shit, propane
Cocaine, boy, I'm dope as cocaine
I'm a real n***a, no gangs
Boy, I'm gassin' shit, propane

[Verse 3: E-40]
Arsenal like the Navy
My lady pack a .380
Trust no one, these n***as shady
Stay hatin' because they lazy
I hustle forward, not backwards
An expert an making slappers
Ain't nothin' 'bout me synthetic
Authentic in my genetic
Yellow gold on my wrist (Wrist)
Same color as piss (Piss)
Chipped up like a bad tooth
Get on your head, put a hole in your roof
Bossed up with my drank (Drank)
Tall cash in my bank (Bank)
Magazine Street where I got my consumers
With a beeper on my belt, money stretched like rumors
Colder than an air conditioner, fuck with me, it'll be the end of ya
Beat a bitch ass like he stole something
We could shoot it out or we could get to chunkin'
Paper on my plate and I ain't talkin' Dixie
My mama from the V, my daddy from Mississippi
Bitches kiss me on my face
When I'm walking through the crowd on my way to stage
Your bitch wanna have my baby (Baby)
Tell little ho she can get (Get)
The girl sprung, need to brush her tongue
'Cause her breath smells just like shit (Like shit)
Feel this, I used to flip back in the day, the day (Day)
Now, me rap to get me pay, me pay
Bitch I'm—
[Outro: D-Lo]
Cocaine (Cocaine), cocaine (Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine)