Coco (remix) Lyrics - Kevin Gates

I mean, I want talk some shit, I mean 

I mean, what the fuck a nigga thought? 

Baking soda, I got baking soda 

Pull up in a Rarri 

Wait, hol' up, I'm trippin' 

Let's start this bitch over 

Pull up in a foreign 

Hol' up, that my stripper 

You know we be thuggin' 

My bitch' name Ferrari 

Go get yo cousin, cuz Gunna gon' fuck 'er 

Clutchin' the 4-4, in luv with the coco 

Do yoga like cocos, she knows we be ballin' 

Bread winner, rich rap, got the game in the clinch 

Treat that we twitch, just came with the stitch 

Nip Hussle got a nigga on a marathon 

Hol' up, think I left the pistol in the carry-on 

Big booty, big booty, bitch, real big booty 

We don't talk to the cops, with this steal we shootin' 

Pants sagging with the belt sike, nigga wearin' joggers 

Red on yo head have it matchin your bottoms 

Came 'im outta prison, nigga, I ain't have a dolla 

Lay up on the snowflake, run up on the whole thang 

Trap house, beach straight, drop out the cocaine 

Drama street nigga, I'm a blood that rollin' cocaine 

Get it back to Jordan's, goin' harder with dope game 

Let em get a peak, take off with the propane 

I don't get tired, give a fuck what a ho think 

Drop dick, drive, need money for the whole team 

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73 Chevelle, put that bitch together 

I'm married to the money, shit, we live together 

Baking soda, I got baking soda 

Baking soda, I got baking soda 

Lingo, she like the way that I be talkin' 

She want a Bread Winner street nigga who retawdid](4702784) 

Six cell phones, I'm like who the fuck is calling? 

She want a Bread Winner, street nigga who retawdid 

Street nigga who retawdid, street nigga who retawdid 

Baking soda, I got baking soda 

Baking soda, I got baking soda 

Purse with the Yola, she straight outta Tampa 

I love her, her skin look like soda, meant to say cola 

Turn up with my youngin, he think I don't luv him, I know it 

Like to get loaded, fuck it, drop off a brick to Lil Mocha 

Let 'em get weed, shit, I ain't gon lie prolly rollin' and smokin' 

Opposite soda, 40 ounces I'm droppin a 4 in a (cola) 

My lil partners, they likin' em Xans 

Break cal off a coffin syringe??? 

Might lose ya, keep up if ya can 

Bam bam thank you ma'am imma scram 

They be lying they sellin' no sand drops 

Drop soft, it get hard you can't break it by hand 

Come here foo, make it bounce like spalding 

Make it bounce, make it bounce like spalding 

Make it bounce like spalding 

She got a Bread Winner, and she say that he retawdid