Letra de Intro - French Montana & DJ Drama

(Feat. Stove God Cooks, DJ Drama, Coke Boy Cheeze)

(Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)

Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in

We had to get back in [?], it's out of control

These kids wanna shoot people in the foot

Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner

(Coke Boy, baby)

Haha, we ain't been here in a minute

If your beauty I'd no longer see

I guess it was about that time

Would you leave me, pretty baby?

We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here

And if I thought it best to set you free, yeah

Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s

Would you hate me?

DJ Drama

Montana (Gangsta Grillz)

If you would, please tell me now, so I can—

Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)

You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)

Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)

Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)

They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)

Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)

Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Yessir, Coke Boy, baby)

If I thought it best to set you free

Would you hate me?

Y'all ready?

(Gangsta Grillz)

Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)

You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)

Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)

Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)

They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)

Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)

Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)

Money to the plug

The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk

We paid drought prices to patch the hoes up

No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked

The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug

They say it's love, that shit be fake (That shit be fake)

Got the police state to state

This shit too real, you can't relate

Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate

I want a slice, you got the cake (Got the cake)

Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate

Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her

In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)

Introduce me to the plug (Plug), turned the Bronx to Aspen (Bronx to Aspen)

Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress killed us faster (Killed us faster)

You've mistaken that attention for success

I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (Baby)

Nigga, it's "Fuck you, pay me" (Fuck you)

And you know I'm from the Bronx

Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'

Benz black Audi, it's navy, I probably black start goin' crazy

One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium

They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)

The pinkie go snowboardin' and the chain like Skate Key

They shot him in Mercedes, screamin' "Should've paid me"

He thought he would die big, he end up bein' Gravy (Damn)

I made a killin' off the shop-steps

Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness

I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest

She ain't ever seen this view (View), Whoopi Goldberg

A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole bird (Whole bird)

Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (Hard to find)

Sober lately, hard to line me

Real success is keepin' bars behind me

Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie

First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)

Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces

Miller with the Pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces

California 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases

Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces

Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages

And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages

Minor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages

And I get high off the za', grabber with the papers

That'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors

They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors

One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (Block)

Cookin' in the spot (Spot), cracked the glass pot (Pot)

One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)

One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)

Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks

Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block

One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)

One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)

(Gangsta Grillz)

Welcome to '23

The Jordan of this shit

Mixtape king, like LBJ

CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy

The wave's back

Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride

Yours truly

I wanna welcome y'all out

To none other than somethin' legendary

Coke Boys 6, suckers

These kids don't wanna pay no homage

They wanna forget who influenced 'em

You should let me loose on 'em

I'll go 'round and [?] their basket, you know

They can put what they got in their pockets in there

Fives, tens, nickels, dimes

They treatin' pennies like they're [?]

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