Lyrics:

(feat. Young Cash Gucci Mane)

Chorus

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine x3
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 uncut,
Cause i don't move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but

Chorus x2

Yo gotti

Remember me cocaina 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 been 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 mufuckin dufflebag

Old hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag,
Dope money bitch i keep a couple hundred stashed

Chorus x2

Gucci mane

Cocaina heavily cooking dope excessively,
Heavy risk activity my god given ability

Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to ???,
Shawty snort a lotta powder let her snort it off the 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 stank dope stank smokin on my airplane,
80 in the air mane bricks over here mane

Chorus x2