aimbot - shai coke lyrics
intro
coke?
you sleep n*gga?
every z you get is every dollar you miss
and i put that on putt
cmon n*gga
these traps need work
these firms need smoke
and these hoes ain’t goin smack they self
i’ll be pulling up in a minute
it’s time to get active
verse
he got duked for thinking he was john wayne
i ain’t just ball, i taught the game, i’m like coach k
ain’t n0body did sh*t for me, i did my own thang
have his mama reminiscing about all the old days
og status, these not retro, these some old jays
old freak status, yo baby mama used to run all day
everyday sitting undеr n*ggas, how much you make?
i made the biggеst bed, then i dove into where i lay
brody d*mn near cheating, it’s that aimbot
let’s play horse, and you can take the same shot
thais, different kinda presto, naw that ain’t the same box
she got a different kinda breast doe but got the same top
this a new phone, new number ’cause i sim swapped
i been dropping sh*t ever since the chip dropped
rectangles always in shape, my sh*t be tip*top
brody get a chop, he bounce in and he flip out
when the k pop, i swear it’s not bts
now police all behind the scene, it’s like bts
i’m winning without even trying, you won’t even see my best
brodie aim at all tops, he won’t see a vest
i was really done with rapping, y’all better be thanking ’cause
dog wouldn’t even take no cheese when i was thanking ’cause
can’t be in my section in the club with a micro snub
brody got a switch, i send a blitz and it’s hole in one
chop a have his roof on fire, guess the party lit
’bout to sweep sh*t up with a mop, that’s a party trick
10 in each ear, i don’t care how dark it get
been goated, ain’t no drop off since i started this
stop saying i sound like them n*ggas sound like this
this my real life, n*gga, i can’t fake this sh*t
all i talk about is pain and money ’cause i made that sh*t
i already know why n*ggas hate, ’cause the paper equipped
ar happy when it sing, let’s see how g*y it get
really crawled through the fire, i felt like kane and sh*t
you take 65 per a in a day, you on some angel sh*t
don’t call me a rapper, i swear it’s still like wrestling
if it was ever a line, i had no problem crossing it
see it all in their face, i can feel how them losses get
this ain’t burberry, this protection pack, new balance kicks
i still live 700s, but these b*tches too legit
you’ll never see me bust a move, but i bust some moves in ’em
let ’em snake you 100 times, and you still cop with ’em
can’t be around n*ggas, they way too feminine
if they froze all my accounts, i swear i’d just get rich again
5k on decentraland when it was less than a cent
i save soon as i make, ’cause the rest get spent
bro was sad, then he got some drugs and was never sad again
you used to get refund check and never got paid again
you probably got some p*ssy once and never got laid again
i’m a fan of the old beamers and the latest benz
i told the b*tch don’t come if she don’t bring her friends
and if she want to f*ck me, she got to f*ck my friends
this drake’ll have your head done, not your nails done
hood n*gga still eat my steaks well done
it ain’t never real, need no gas for my to grill something
she said she got all these feelings, but i don’t feel nothin’
i really made art before i came artist
flex washington, i been the same since i started
made the b*tch pay for the pretzel, i’m target
i don’t even be trying, and i still be the hardest
he played his whole tape for me, it was garbage
d*mn near pulled 300k up out marvin
i don’t even play, n*ggas be g*y just like marvin
n*ggas know made the best buys out of target
outro
he got duked for thinking he was john wayne
i ain’t just ball, i taught the game, i’m like coach k
ain’t n0body did sh*t for me, i did my own thang
have his mama reminiscing about all the old days
og status, these not retro, these some old jays
old freak status, yo baby mama used to run all day
everyday sitting under n*ggas, how much you make?
i made the biggest bed, then i dove into where i lay
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