I should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope, boy
The Butcher comin', nigga
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 bitch think I'm too rich to send an Uber
My new bitch wanna get pieces made from my jeweler
Drive-by's with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make cocaine like I'm Scooter
The letter told my nigga 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
Hoes 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 fuckin' 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)
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Bricks & Bags - Benny the Butcher, Jadakiss, French Montana and Harry Fraud
