Coke & Wet - Spank Rock

Becky said she wouldn’t fuck wit me cause I’m a scholar

Joanin' on my duck head, cats with starch collars

Now she rob my jack-jet, it’s from my Alma Mater

Since I got they coke wet bitch, guns nigga holla

Straight from Bucks County, she says her sister’s so simple

Precisely why state cops should bear instrumentals

Reppin' love since she moved off campus at temple

Look, Britney Spears, oops!

Nutted on your dimple

Poppy pop these, you can’t pass for Puerto Rican

Pop these nuts, don’t touch my damn Vico

Spank got the alphabet, any letter of your liking

The Os, the Ks, the Js, and age and weight, please no fighting

Coke and wet, bitch, guns, nigga holla

Coke and wet, bitch, guns, nigga holla

Coke and wet, bitch, guns, nigga holla

Coke and wet, bitch, guns, nigga holla

Hemp hackey-sacking motherfuckers pulled the competition

Fuckin' wit my scrilla

Now I’m trying to figure how to make these sacks bigger

Becky got that ditch-ass connect

But they know from pulling triggers-I'm warring bitch

I ain’t fuckin' wit them niggas

I’ll just cook a score of crack

Flip a pin into D.C. in the '80s with the blacks

So just walk full of j-do, pimps and crackwhore Japs

That’s big money stack

That’s Cum Laude stack

That’s Wall Street, Donald Trump, bass grilla stack

Beat, more on the mat

Finna forty nightly slumping garish

Bumping to the Ruba and I’m skeeted off that doigt