Haydizzle - Coca cola (feat. doob!) Lyrics

Aye, bitches sick yeah ebola
Beat a pussy ass, wit some class, gave em coca cola
Afta i do that, baby walkin em all wit the strolla
Bitch said he ride a hellcat, he drive a corolla

Uh, and i stand on that shit
Louie v belt got it clamped on my hip
12 lookin out they see danger i dip
When im gone, light a blunt, finna take a fat rip

Yeah i beat the pussy up, finna take all nine lives
When i pull up to mcdonald's only take like 9 fries
Get to taking all these shrooms, finna trip out my mind
Hittin the dispensary, don't know what ima find

Aye, they didn't know i could do this rappin
They tryna talk shit, but all they do is cappin
Steady from ohio but they try to talk bout trappin
Bitch talkin bout "can you f*ck?" stop that yappin

When I pull up it is not A-K,
Sike these bullets finna take you down route 47
Ima break a brick nd cop a double cup at 7/11
Nah, hit you with that double pump like I'm Tyler Blevins
(Aye, and I'm sending u back to the lobby)

This bitch given out head like it's a f*ckin hobby
Steady chasin paper I ain't neva got to do no robbing
When we at the mall we ain't neva seen u do no shoppin
Me and doob do be lightin doobies got us f*ckin coughin

And that shit got me f*ckin moppin
When we in the school, all the geeks tryna do this coppin
Theey call me a chef, on the beat, all i do is choppin
Never in a f*ckin studio, still got heads boppin
She tryna hit my DMs, I left her ass sobbin
Track coach telling us we gotta keep mobbin
What the f*ck is this a gang affiliation

Me and doob gettin plays all across the nation
Hittin up a bitch talkin drop yo location
New bitch every week im a master of rotation sick
Throwin up this money ima go on vacation

Aye, and we might go to Alabama
IF I catch you lackin you get strecthed no panorama
I be posted on the lazy-boy sippin dirty Fanta
How I take the cookie out the cabinet could be fat as Santa

How I get this cash think I got a money printer
Laughin while I leave with the bag I'm a funny sprinter
Who dat boy haydizzle man we thought that he was a beginner
Brodie pull up wit the crooked wood call it funky splinter