Lil Baby: Pure Cocaine

When your wrist like this
You don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick
I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
Don't stand too close, diamonds, kickbox
Stay in red mean go, so I don't stop
I know they wish they could catch me but keep wishin'
You think I done turn into a fiend for these bitches
Tryin' to stuff as much as I can in these bitches
Make your bitch fuck on my man it's no difference
I ain't never pop no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to turn on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it on a song, I seen it, or been through it
I can't put it in my song, I know how the Fed goes through it
And free all of the opps, but ain't no time gone
Gave me momma ten bands, sent her to Cancun
Got the crowd going dumb but I ain't no damn fool
If I went in there and did it, then maybe you can too
We done came from a long way from broke and sharing shoes

When your wrist like this
You don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick
I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

When your wrist like this
You don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick
I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I'ma dope boy, nocap
I'm livin' my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite it won't work, it won't last
Be the 'opp-o-site' knocked off, toe tags
Ain't been home in a month, got my hoe mad
They need me in the trap but I, can't go back
I jumped out of Porsche with a ho that's 'bout to snap
I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, call it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dog status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
Put my craft in the rap then I took off, yeah
New G Wagon, no key, this a push start
I can hit the gas make it disappear

When your wrist like this
You don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick
I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

When your wrist like this
You don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick
I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang