Smoking pt. 2

(Coke Boys, Coke Boys)

Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts

Who am I to tell you different? You only live once

Stack riches, toting big drums

And fuck who tell you different, bitch, we the ones

You must be going blind (huh, you know I love it, yeah, uh)

Waterfall on the wall, don't you get amazed

Max B home, you can hear the waves

Dope boy born for the center stage (huh)

20 Maybachs on the interstate (woo)

Diamonds on my neck like I'm Mufasa

One Tupac, nigga two Hoppas

Big Mobb, nigga, guess who shot you

Top down, paka, paka, paka, paka

Spent five million for the wristwear

My nigga shit, yeah, and I'm talking this year

You got the same watch that my bitch wear

And my Virgil Air 1s on my sixth pair (Maybech Music)

My niggas in a bar smokin' smoke

Got my niggas in the car, smokin' smoke

We got the bars open

Waiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)

Yeah, nigga, my bars are wavy

Nigga, even those stars pays me (pays me, yeah)

We working hard, baby

Waiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)

José

Don Velli

Montana

They ain't with us on the ride, gotta watch 'em sink

Hit the stu', grab the pen, it's the holy ghost of chinx

Got a yellow, got a rose, got a white gold

My chest like Shaquille from the line, ice cold

And you can ask the New York streets, we the culture

From the mud to the platinum albums, I done told you

Fourth-quarter shooter in the three-quarter mink

Before my music hit the movies, been the legend with the syncing

Riding 'round with the gang, if they eat, I eat

I ain't get rich at once, got it piece by piece (Coke Boys)

Making hit after hit, we in the trophy room

Cosmos, French Riviera, coming soon

My niggas in a bar smokin' smoke

Got my niggas in the car smokin' smoke

We got the bars open

Waiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)

Yeah, nigga, my bars are wavy

Nigga, even those stars pays me (pays me, yeah)

We working hard, baby

Waiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)

Rosé, what's good? Montana, let's go

Yo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai

Got a license to kill, I got a license to drive

Point five, my drive won't find my strive

It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots

Sport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes

And I always give 'em ways every time I try

Aye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry

And I wear a seat belt every time I ride

I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route

Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out

The hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts

You rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me

You must be going blind (can't see me)