[Intro]
Coka Luther King
Known for smoking dope, sipping lean, fuckin bitches in between
Stain Gang, free all the Blixkys all that shit
We dem Folk n***as that’s what we do
We the real top opps you heard
Listen, brown paper is Fatboy
White paper is Fatgirl
We CHOO'n, Twirlin' and shooting shit right?
When we in the spot
All you hear is (Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttttt Boom Boom)
Situation Gang
Folk Shit
Stain Gang

[Verse 1]
If you come to my hood, then you outta' place, when the d's on my body, I'm hoppin' gates
You get robbed if you trappin' and coppin' pleas, you get shot or you die if you droppin' rakes
N***as snitch and bitch up, then go tell the cops, for the Gz, we gon' spark up to L-Block
All the opps on my dick, trynna' off me, tell the Blixkys go spin
Through the Flossy
Stain gang, you should know what it cost me, all this weed and codeine got me saucy
I wake up, hit a lick and I'm Gucci, bust down, you get smoked like a loosie
On the 'book, they love makin' movies, you get clapped or be racked if you Whoopty
I got [?] girl to the top and I went through, Envy Caine, you don't know what I been through
We pull up, you get popped like a pimple, shoot at the wave and go clap at the ten too
Chase 'em down and i'm jumpin' the fence too, cook it, weigh and then I bag it, its simple
Couple glizzies that look like a pencil, mug all stores and the scores and the rental
Spinnin' blocks, early mornin' twirlin', she see Coka, she stuck in my whirlwind
Fuck the liquor, that shit had me earlin', shoot at Prospect and go park up on Sterling
Coka Jigga, n***a, bitch I been the boss, in the Plaza, they dirty, them n***as soft
I bet they won't stand at that liquor store, get the drop, do a hit, then I'm spinnin' off
We CHOO'n, Twirlin' and shooting shit, catch 'em lackin', don't know who to pick
Your mans on a shirt, you ain't doin' shit, go pick up and gun and go do a hit
Came up, runnin' wild like a lab rat, on the side-block we baggin' mad crack
Catch a body, wipe the grip and I stash that, free Kaka, free Skeeto, free Mad-Max
Summer time in the 'ville, it be scorchin', grip the heater, start flamin' and torchin'
Seen Cuban, my n***as we on 'em, shoot the block up and send 'em a warnin'
These scammers be dealin' with funny works, Rockstarz on my dick, fuck a money first
We hop out, we not worried 'bout cameras, all for Muggz, we gon' score in the Bamaz
We always around, ain't no poppin' out, free Boogie, he slidin' and hoppin' out
He told it, I fuck it and order out, free Nesto, he makkin' and ballin' out
Pretty thots, I don't want me no basic bitch, free Leeky, we really be takin' shit
From Garvey to River, we on gang shit, Ebbets Field, with the Folks, we on gang shit
And highball, we gon' watch, we on gang shit, shot too many n***as wit' the same fifth
Livin' in the trap, trynna' get a bag, whippin'll bring it back, lots of money stacks
At the chicken spot, where them n***as at, couple dead opps, n***as gettin' wacked
Situation 2, blastin' out the whip, when we in the spot, all you hear is GLTT
Fatgirl got me higher than a bitch, plus its 750 rollin' up a spliff