Coke & Guns (feat. Benny the Butcher)

作曲：Stephen P. Odell,James D'Agostino,Jeremie Pennick

Intro (OT The Real)

Yeah

Green Lantern

Shoutout BSF, Griselda

You know what it is

Soup kitchen

Look, yo

Verse 1 (OT The Real)

Sixty grams of Fetty Wap, sitting on the countertop

It's a lot of death and paper, is you down or not

My hitter walked out the Casino, he was down a lot

That's when he followed you home, that's when we found your spot

It's a tangled web we weaving out here

Brodie seen his opps decided he gone leave em out here

Theres demons out here, the victim mother screaming out here

They saying I should leave my hood, but all my fiendsis out here

Riding the course, hit the jail I'm

Finding a horse who rides like a Porsche

Or they can catch us violent assaults

I'm back on the Ave, my tweakers on that shattery glass

Got rocked to sleep, he spent a lot with me, was sad that he passed

She seeing money and she fantasize

The horse tranquilizer float inside made her paralyze

They say the good die young, we ain't gone never die

I'm gone make a million out the window of this enterprise

Hook (OT The Real)

I had to make the bags move

I couldn't afford a bad move

If I took it then I had to

When they see us then it's bad news

** and guns

** and guns

** and guns

** and guns

** and guns

** and guns

Verse 2 (Benny The Butcher)

Names, I don't gotta say mines

Legendary ** like I'm A

I

Brought the chip upstate like Jim Boeheim

I know it, these suckers, they gotta hate it

This year, I dominated, flying private

Landed at Teterboro with a driver waiting

Hit the trap, dirty my hands, up early for bands

I had a 80 for a bundle, a buck 30 for grams

I had to take the respect I deserve as a man

Now the ** on my left wrist worth your advance

Can't talk no business ** with Benny unless you cut the Milly

I'm OT with OT, I'm really clicked in Philly

I'm flying out the plug while you ** flipping pennies

Re-ing up with 20, yeah I was really getting busy

You gotta watch out for snakes, they'll shake your circle

I was trapping for parole, late, breaking curfew

Went from wrapping bricks in tape, selling weight in purple

To filming in my loft for a BAPE commercial

My ** from the Ps so I got money in the jects

Never front but I'm a threat, all I want is my respect

I been drumming, ya'll was deaf

You didn't feel me till I put a quarter in my driveway and a hundred on my neck

Hook (OT The Real)

I had to make the bags move

I couldn't afford a bad move

If I took it then I had to

When they see us then it's bad news

** and guns

** and guns

** and guns

** and guns

** and guns

** and guns