Coco, Pt. 2 - Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)/O.T. Genasis/Meek Mill

Tak called me on the jail phone

He told me

Tell them niggas remember this lack of mercy when my dawg get home

'Caina I said tak we was never on these niggas'sides

Coco it's the chasers

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more stacks ing em

Every ni**a on this jet with me I done went to war for em

Or I used to trap with em

I got real hollywood b**ches f**king with a trap ni**a

And we aingt f**king with you rat niggas

Heard they talking on twitter we just at niggas

Back where the sun never shines

They let meek milly back home just in time

Look at their faces now I got the paper

Now they don't remember when I had to grind

She fell in love with the coco

She got on chanel and manolo

And we out dubai at the boat show

Rolling dice on the yacht screaming yolo

It's my lituation like loso

And my situation an off shore

And I give her head like she ocho cinco

Dragging my mink like I'm loco

You mad at me but she chose though

How you get mad bout my old ho

2015 I do rose gold

Cause I'm in the field just like rose but selling them os though

What you done it with

Baking soda I got baking soda

Who you running with

It's the chasers and we're taking over

How you spitting that sh*t

Whip it through the glass ni**a

Buy a hundred bottles and put'em on my tab ni**a

I'm in love with the coco

I'm in love with the coco

I got it for the low low

I'm in love with the coco

Riding through the city with a check on me

Riding through the hood with a tec on me

28 make it double I aingt ever try to cuddle

So explain why these mothaf**kas slept on me

8 ball til I reach me a kilo

Made enough then I went to see rico

Paid in full if you acting like rico

I'ma tie him up tape his a** like maaco

Hundred round clip in the mothaf**king tec

Catch a hot 9 7 when his a** wanna flex

High school got off on a ni**a with the whopper

12 k for my pistol in a f**king dishwasher

One hit wonder yeah that's a fact

Hit his a** til the police wonder where I'm at

Made so much money off this goddamn song

Still get in your a** like a goddamn thong

Coco puffs yeah that's for the kids

Stop tryna act like you don't know what it is

Baking soda aingt cut me no check

If they don't I'ma show them mothaf**kas what an arm and hammer is

Everybody know I'm in love with the coke

My ex b**ch took a young ni**a for a joke

If a ni**a got a problem then he gone get smoked

I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close

Baking soda I got baking soda

Baking soda I got baking soda

Whip it through the glass ni**a

I'm blowing money fast ni**a

I'm in love with the coco

I'm in love with the coco

I got it for the low low

I'm in love with the coco

I say I run my town like puffy b**ch

Units in the duffel

They like why the f**k he never got indicted

I guess I'm lucky b**ch

I aingt playing bout this nine

I will shoot this b**ch up like I'm shyne

Dropped a foe quarterback tony romo

Duct tape triple black that's that ocho

What if I told you bicycle with a logo

And got'em in the air bag of the volvo

Snow god in the kitchen they call that boy zeus

And if that sh*t weighing up then that's that bruce bruce

And if them tires losing pressure that's that low pro

If that's the case you gotta whip it slow mo

I got yellow boxes everywhere

This is arm & hammer everywhere

Dropped a 9 got a half ni**a

We gone need some bigger bags ni**a

I'm in love with the coco

I'm in love with the coco

I got it for the low low

I'm in love with the coco