Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane, Young Cash - Pure Cocaine lyrics

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine

(Yo Gotti:)
Remember me cocaina you like my best friend
When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in
Far as I remember my nigga my life been full of pain
I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain
I laid that white on the table I watch em catch a drain
I knew right then right there that I would never live the same
I'm like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me
I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me
But you can't break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole)
Its a drought on real niggas you already know
I'm that ether nigga that fish scale
You that oil base homie you don't cook well
I'm Yo Gotti the king and I got that young cash
New money in a mufuckin dufflebag
Old hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag
Dope money bitch I keep a couple hundred stashed

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine

(Gucci Mane)
Cocaina heavily cooking dope excessively
Heavy risk activity my god given ability
Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to (?)
Shawty snort a lotta powder let her snort it off the bricks
Gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at
Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday
Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder
I'm so high I see stone mountain
Gucci got the birds I ain't talking bout the Falcons
Gucci slanging birds also known as a dragon
Hundred pounds of mid-grade stash that in my magnum
Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them
Gucci mane bastard cook that dope faster
Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma
Coke stank dope stank smoking on my airplane
80 in the air mane bricks over here mane

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine

(Young Cash:)
Yeah, I never thought I would be riding dirty on I-10 just re-up and flip again
Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance
Speed limit 65 so I'm going 62
Both hands on the steering wheel driving like a old lady do
Crackers pull me over they ain't got shit gotta let me dip
Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip
Usually keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full
Not today on I-10 its nothing but me and Redbull
Collared shirt brown slacks looking like a business man
Bible on the passenger side yeah I'm a christian man
Yeah I pray to god let me get these bricks back lord
Please don't let these crackers try to search this lil ol' Honda accord
Shit I'm wide awake, I ain't sleepy so I ain't gon swerve
Told you I like to trap it when it rain I call em Thunderbirds
Im the only one touch the work so I know its uncut
Cause I don't move nothing but, nothing but, nothing but