Текст песни Cocaine Kicks - WINT3RR!

All white cocaine kicks, ain't takin' shit
Outside of rodeo, reloading my blick
Yeah dis' bitch be eat my mayo (shut the fuck up) yeah lil' bitch
You know I sent her back, yeah what you think
808s be givin' her pleasure, I think my bitch she under weather
Got me a white bitch she go to Coachella
Got lean in my guts, bitch I roll a blunt
My music blew up too much, my bitch call me Osama
Can't wait for the summer, ironic yeah
Bitch I'm a music genius I'm kinda him (kinda him)
Pull up on a block, pull up on a spot (luh block)
If he talkin' to much we get his shit rocked
Tryna' change the genre, boy you just stop
I be rockin' Prada, feel like a boss
Dat bitch was rockin' nada, bitch stop
Grab my AK 47 cock it back go (baaa!)
Pull up on a party smokin' dat bitch yeah we sippin' on Bacardi
Why bitch be actin' dramatic afterparty
Won the lotti' making money making bands
Playing Call Of Duty irl gang, AL-Qaeda go (BANG-BANG-BANG)
If I talk to a bitch I ignore her, ain't never gon' talk to her again
I know this shit ain't not normal yeah, but you gotta understand
Yeah got 500 hoes on my phone and you just one of them
All white cocaine kicks, ain't takin' shit
Outside of rodeo, reloading my blick
Yeah dis' bitch be eat my mayo (shut the fuck up) yeah lil' bitch
You know I sent her back, yeah what you think