Lyrics Coca - Caps

We call it coca, you call it cocaina
Radio in my bando, I'm coming out the speaker
She wanna smoke reefer, I make her hold my nina
My gang spin your block, double back with a beater
We call it coca, you call it cocaina
Radio in my bando, I'm coming out the speaker
She wanna smoke reefer, I make her hold my nina
My gang spin your block, double back with a beater

We at the Louis store, she screaming "Gimme more"
Promethazine in my cup, I let it pour pour
Hotline banging like a four four
I still serve 'em at the front door
I can't save a ho, babe I don't wеar a cape
You'd think it's servery thе way my bro brings his Trey
You'd think it's bed sheets the way I'm always getting laid
It ain't graffiti the way them man are getting sprayed
I get off stage, count my racks then I go
Get a couple O's, let it bubble on the stove
Million pound ho, I got a koka for her nose
He said he's on go but I seen him and he froze
Me and Pino in Puerto Banús, top floor swimming
I pull up to my cats with the top down grinning
Clear that I'm winning but tawbah I'm sinning

We call it coca, you call it cocaina
Radio in my bando, I'm coming out the speaker
She wanna smoke reefer, I make her hold my nina
My gang spin your block, double back with a beater
We call it coca, you call it cocaina
Radio in my bando, I'm coming out the speaker
She wanna smoke reefer, I make her hold my nina
My gang spin your block, double back with a beater

I make her lick lean off my Rolex
Pull up in a stoley, she thinks I own it
Dumb bitch, I think her man does Forex
Medium sized bowl and I make the whole four stretch
Alum Rock raised a star so I shine in the dark
I just checked my bro P for like four and a half
She's a TikTok star but she's talking a lot
I let her count up my racks while I stare at her arse
Feds at my crib cah a prick got shot
I've been flying overseas and weren't even on the block
I'm tryna get WiFi to send this list off
That's a quick line for the man that licked off
My fiend stole the neighbour's bike
Yo it's hotting up my grind
You're known as a rat, you won't get a consign
Pay the workers off then the rest of it's mine
I gave my plug thirty bags, I got a six figure line

We call it coca, you call it cocaina
Radio in my bando, I'm coming out the speaker
She wanna smoke reefer, I make her hold my nina
My gang spin your block, double back with a beater
We call it coca, you call it cocaina
Radio in my bando, I'm coming out the speaker
She wanna smoke reefer, I make her hold my nina
My gang spin your block, double back with a beater