King Coca (Intro)

I used to be broke nigga, look at me
I ran through a twenty in Tennessee
Burberry with the
You can’t blame the bitch for feeling me
Designer my kicks, I’m so jugg rich
Livin' my life on some jugg shit
got the stick with the full clip
We do not play 'bout the bullshit
Big Bs on a coupe, nigga
Blowin' on gas like a flute, nigga
Slammin' your ho out the oop, nigga
Sorry to say she a swoop, nigga
More money, more problems
More beef, more choppers
I never told you that I was a killer
I never gave me a fuck 'bout no nigga
Baddest of bitches gon' lay on my pillow
Juggin' niggas all the way in McDonalds
Buy me a spot up the street from my momma
While you was hatin' on the first tape, I had your ho suckin' dick in the Honda
This is not trap, this a whole 'nother genre
This shit Rollies for all of your partners
I ran up a ten off a muhfuckin' dollar
a little bit
Fuck up a check just a little bit
Jugg rich
We finna fuck up the city bitch
I’m livin' my life
All I wanted was a bankroll
So swole that it won’t fold
Now they callin' me a asshole
Who the fuck this nigga think he is?
They call me Coca, no Cola, ho
Same nigga with a bad bitch
Makin' plays on a Motorola
Don’t act like I ain’t ever warn you
I’m finna fuck up the game, nigga
Everybody say a nigga changed
I’m still the muhfuckin' same, nigga