Songtext Coke with ice Apollo Brown

Coke with ice

Cats back home hating saying shit to be saying shit
Paperless, I’m in Miami in the mall like an alien
With illegal aliens Brazilians Panamanians
You don’t got a dime bitch in ya radius gotta question ya waviness
Take up a new hobby nah you probably wasn’t made for this
Crucify you on the vinyl catch a body on the laser disc
Fly ya head on the cassette my rep solid no holes in mine
If the shows isn’t popping the stove is fine if I’m so inclined
Regardless I’m doing overtime barely sleep to get a stack
Moving around the map so much I wake up forgetting where I’m at
Drop a slab it’s ingles sin barreras mixed with pantera
Went from Peter Pan to panemera pocket on Panera
He the one you should beware of in the booth with pair of
Parakeets any parody we really introduce u to cherubs
To the crew u like food out a few in ya ear buds
Talking bout shooting a fair one

My shit could burn through the plastic twice
Unmatched, why trap it for the asking price
Did damage god could ban us from the afterlife
Package like you could die faster if u asking right
…so real we oughta tax it twice
No frills ya shit lacking you took bad advice
Top of the hill looking down like I mastered life
Got it cracking like coke in a glass with ice

It’s all love I been eating I came from government cheese
I do nothing egregious I keep the flooding the pieces
They keep typing shit salty i stay paid on a plane
You could cash app me now I hit ya tape with the flames
You could hit up Christine then I could get u some streams
I might know someone who know someone could get you key
Paid most my dues, and the shit wasn’t cheap
Don’t talk to me rude, make ya fitted miskeen
Mistoleen and me clean on the bracelets I can’t shake it off
Paper long the plate he lacing u with filet mignon
I played the swamp, came out floral in full bloom
Had to sweat over a stove at first holding a wooden spoon
Bon app the teeth on em, Jerry hellers want a piece of him
Unbelivable where was u when no one believed in this
The right ingredients, y’all modified with corn syrup
Turnt my life to heaven on earth though I’m still lord fearing