| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 77% | Back up on my toes about my two 11s, my name is cocaine And that's 1-8-7, we like the dynamic duo in the Batmobile So when we get through, we like to send a 96 to Dennyville And we be sharp like our uncle Eric used to be Lemma Zintint with the tech on the seat Yo, givin' the player haters migraines, chest pains It's the original, the unforgettable Cause I be mobbin' through the streets Man, I be still gettin' high sippin' VSO peeps So no pain, no gain, yeah, baby's over free And they call me cocaine with some gold, don't quit it | ▶️ |
| 76% | All said because ofitative pain, We should still make our cause and this is that all you worshslate | ▶️ |
| 81% | Fuck. Tooking that shit behind my back, dirty Mackin' tellin' your boys that I'm on crack. I just don't give a fuck. So boy I take back on the rap, go run and tell your friends my shit is wack. I just don't give a fuck. You see me on the street and duck, cause you finna get stuck stonin' stuck. Cause I just don't give a fuck. | ▶️ |
