Heem B$F feat. Black Soprano Family, Conway the Machine & Stove God Cooks -
From The Cradle To The Game
Cocaine County
We're drownin' in that dope, send a rescue boat (we drownin')
Drownin' in this money, send a rescue boat (in money)
Drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (we drownin')
Drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo)
We're drownin' in that dope, send a rescue boat (we drownin')
My young boy hop out, chopper hangin' out the SU coat (brr, bah, bah)
We drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo, uh, uh)
We drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo, uh, uh, uh)
Meet me at the stove and let my nigga Stove in (let my nigga Stove in)
Plug sent a pile of cocaine, and we dove in (dove in that shit)
The flip phone sold it (sold it), rental car was loaded
Told me "Move that fork around the water, 'til it's floating"
OG gave me coachin' (he gave me coachin')
Let that soda soak in (let that shit soak)
I was dry cookin', whip a cookie back, it's potent
The vision where we're smokin' (woo)
They watchin' where we sold it
All this coke around, got me feelin' claustrophobic
I've seen the dope growin' (damn), it make me feel heroic
And tell 'em stories 'bout it, like a cocaine poet
You quote it, I wrote it (uh-huh), they talkin', I tote it
Young nigga, sleep-walkin', but this pistol fully loaded (brr)
Thousand grams, let me hold it (let me hold that)
Worst is I probably sold it (I probably sold that)
First time I'd seen a whole thing, we bought it, cheap, stolen
Turnin' powder to a boulder, got a stinkin' strong odor
Put a junkie in a coma, when I hit it with ammonia (damn, they know)
We're drownin' in that dope, send a rescue boat (we drownin')
Drownin' in this money, send a rescue boat (in money)
Drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (we drownin')
Drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo)
We're drownin' in that dope, send a rescue boat (we drownin')
My young boy hop out, chopper hangin' out the SU coat (brr, bah, bah)
We drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo)
We drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (talk to them niggas, king, drownin')
Drownin' in that dope, I'm drownin', send a boat (huh?)
My lil' brother, killer tone'll die on Memphis smoke (brr)
Don't bring that ho' around me if she broke (uh-huh)
Ten-thousand for my coat, shit
Yeah, go 'head and crown him, he the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Rollin' up out a scatter brain pound, I need to smoke (I'm smokin')
I don't even fuck that bitch, I'm just gon' pound and beat her throat (uh-huh)
Fuck niggas, kept pushin' my button, now the beast is woke (I'm up now)
Jesus christ, I'm eatin' right
I mean, like I can go buy a new Tesla with my feature price (woo)
I was in the county, eatin' somersaults with cheese and rice (uh-huh)
I'm thinkin' like, "How these pussy niggas even sleep at night?"
They even' writin' statement
I'm just cakin', breakin' bricks up, like Karate Kid (hah)
I got richer, like Roddy did
My bitches got they bodies did (what up, baby?)
Stackin' my paper, I got a few million dollars here (uh-huh)
Go ask them niggas
Nobody ever did it like Conway did (Machine, nigga)
Drownin' in this money, send a rescue boat (in money)
Drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (we drownin')
Drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo)
We're drownin' in that dope, send a rescue boat (we drownin')
My young boy hop out, chopper hangin' out the SU coat (brr, bah, bah)
We drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo, uh, uh)
We drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo, uh, uh, uh)
Meet me at the stove and let my nigga Stove in (let my nigga Stove in)
Plug sent a pile of cocaine, and we dove in (dove in that shit)
The flip phone sold it (sold it), rental car was loaded
Told me "Move that fork around the water, 'til it's floating"
OG gave me coachin' (he gave me coachin')
Let that soda soak in (let that shit soak)
I was dry cookin', whip a cookie back, it's potent
The vision where we're smokin' (woo)
They watchin' where we sold it
All this coke around, got me feelin' claustrophobic
I've seen the dope growin' (damn), it make me feel heroic
And tell 'em stories 'bout it, like a cocaine poet
You quote it, I wrote it (uh-huh), they talkin', I tote it
Young nigga, sleep-walkin', but this pistol fully loaded (brr)
Thousand grams, let me hold it (let me hold that)
Worst is I probably sold it (I probably sold that)
First time I'd seen a whole thing, we bought it, cheap, stolen
Turnin' powder to a boulder, got a stinkin' strong odor
Put a junkie in a coma, when I hit it with ammonia (damn, they know)
We're drownin' in that dope, send a rescue boat (we drownin')
Drownin' in this money, send a rescue boat (in money)
Drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (we drownin')
Drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo)
We're drownin' in that dope, send a rescue boat (we drownin')
My young boy hop out, chopper hangin' out the SU coat (brr, bah, bah)
We drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (woo)
We drownin' in that dope, drownin' in that dope (talk to them niggas, king, drownin')
Drownin' in that dope, I'm drownin', send a boat (huh?)
My lil' brother, killer tone'll die on Memphis smoke (brr)
Don't bring that ho' around me if she broke (uh-huh)
Ten-thousand for my coat, shit
Yeah, go 'head and crown him, he the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Rollin' up out a scatter brain pound, I need to smoke (I'm smokin')
I don't even fuck that bitch, I'm just gon' pound and beat her throat (uh-huh)
Fuck niggas, kept pushin' my button, now the beast is woke (I'm up now)
Jesus christ, I'm eatin' right
I mean, like I can go buy a new Tesla with my feature price (woo)
I was in the county, eatin' somersaults with cheese and rice (uh-huh)
I'm thinkin' like, "How these pussy niggas even sleep at night?"
They even' writin' statement
I'm just cakin', breakin' bricks up, like Karate Kid (hah)
I got richer, like Roddy did
My bitches got they bodies did (what up, baby?)
Stackin' my paper, I got a few million dollars here (uh-huh)
Go ask them niggas
Nobody ever did it like Conway did (Machine, nigga)
Credits
Writer(s): Demond Price, Aaron M. Scott, Raheem Allah Trotter Jr., Marc Austin Spano
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