Text: Yo Gotti. Pure Cocaine.

(feat. Young Cash & Gucci Mane)

Chorus

pure cocaine, pure cocaine x2
all i ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine

young cash

yeah, i never thought i would be ridin dirty on i-10 just reup and flip again,
rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance

speed limit 65 so im goin 62,
both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do

crackers pull me over they aint got shit gotta let me dip,
purple haze is all i smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip

usaully 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 lookin 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 dont let these crackers try to search this lil ol' honda accord.

shit i'm wide awake, i aint sleepy so i aint 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 all good,
cause i don't move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but

chorus x2

yo gotti

remember me coca`ina 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 is 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

im 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 cant break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole),
its a drought on real niggas you already know

im that ether nigga that fish scale,
you that oil base homie you don't cook well

im yo gotti the king and i got that young cash,
new money in a muthafuckin dufflebag

all hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag,
young money bitch i keep a couple hundred stashed

chorus x2

gucci mane

coca'ina heavily cooking dope excessively,
heavy risk activity my god given ability

hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to ???,
shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off wit 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,
im so high i see stone mountain

gucci got da birds i aint talkin bout da falcons,
gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon

hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum,
roll it to the country then them country boys i tax them

gucci mane bastard cook dat dope faster,
make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma

coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane,
80 in the air man bricks over here mane

chorus x2

(Thanks to Quantisa for these lyrics)