Honey Cocaine Brooklyn To Compton

[Verse 1:]

Don’t be trying to touch my cream

Got the mask in the machine

In the trap with my team

Getting closer to top of this uh

Now go find you a coffin, bitch

Hey, competition is the mirror, hoe!

Call me Coca, call me original, bitch

So natural!

Shoe, game always magical, uh!

Got the flow of a 90’s kid

Whip out white, this easy shit, hey!

Rap gonna keep me rich

Finna end your career, you sleepy bitch!

Trust! Better quit that act!

Fake ass jewels I strip that ass!

All these hoes is punks

Let me make my money and smoke my skunk like

[Bridge: x2]

Where the hoes? I’m a call some

All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah!

Where the hoes? I’m a call some

All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah!

[Hook: x2]

I’m Coca pimpin

(And that’s how I do it, hoe!)

Pimping, pimping

(And that’s how I do it, hoe!)

I’m Coca pimpin

(And that’s how I do it, hoe!)

I’m Pimping, I’m pimping

(And that’s how I do it, hoe!)

[Verse 2:]

Uh, fuck around on the round one

Turn you to a fan when the song done

Where the hoes? I’m a call some

All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah!

Check the all black Jesus piece

Kids with gold teeth at my meeting greet uh

All my goldies hold it down!

Hit the islands now, I’m golden brown!

Cut the fuck shit, not tonight

Rather play station and eat some rice, you heard

They love the fashion bite

They just can’t live my faster life!

My wardrobe mean is fuck

Got a new chain, it’s clean this fuck!

Used to run from the cops

I’m still Honey C from the block like

[Bridge: x2]

Where the hoes? I’m a call some

All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah!

Where the hoes? I’m a call some

All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah!

[Hook: x2]

I’m Coca pimpin

(And that’s how I do it, hoe!)

Pimping, pimping

(And that’s how I do it, hoe!)

I’m Coca pimpin

(And that’s how I do it, hoe!)

I’m Pimping, I’m pimping

(And that’s how I do it, hoe!)

Compton…

Compton…

Compton…

Honey Cocaine Asshole

Honey Cocaine Bitch

One Love, T.O

4 1 6 Bitch!

[Chorus:]

I-Im-Imma Gold-on Feeling like a boss

Young Honey getting money bitch fuck a Cop

I said bitch fuck a cop

Young Honey getting money

Bitch, fuck a cop

I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby

I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole

I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby

I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole

[Verse 1:]

I’m from the capital, u’ll tell you this much

You tryna diss huh, I make that whole fist blood

She goin’ here bra, her nigga gone miss her

1 2 3 bodies bitch you get the picture

All these sluts actin’ like we fuckin’ homies huh?

N-no all you broads actin like they fuckin know me huh?

But I do my damn thing and I gets it done

Where my bitches at the strip club, bangin’ ones

[Chorus:]

I-Im-Imma Gold-on Feeling like a boss

Young Honey gettin’ money bitch fuck a Cop

I said bitch fuck a cop

Young Honey getting money

Bitch, fuck a cop

I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby

I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole

I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby

I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole

[Verse 2:]

I’m in Toronto at the Sunny Diamond Studio

Rappin’ out the ass while my bitches smoking coolio

At the ristal crib where we make a fuckin’ movie bro

Niggas who in it before, actin’ like some groupie yo

Chill nill-myo

That’s my gwop, my paper, my loot

And I don’t share wit you bitch, I don’t like you

Yes yellow bitch, getting rich

Fuck You!

[Hook:]

I’m an asshole, bitch I said it and I meant it

Heisman a bitch till she dead it [x4]

[Chorus:]

I-Im-Imma Gold-on Feeling like a boss

Young Honey gettin money bitch fuck a Cop

I said bitch fuck a cop

Young Honey getting money

Bitch, fuck a cop

I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby

I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole

I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby

I’m an asshole (Schawg, Schawg!)

I’m an asshole

Honey Cocaine Hold Some Nuts

New chain cold as fuck, told you before I’m gold as fuck

Love how my fans always showing love,

Haters fall back you can hold some nuts,

Or suck off a dick with aids,

Heard they wanna hurt me but the kid ain’t fazed,

Fuck a bully bitch I spit in your face,

Loyal to the hood is how the kid was raised,

So sit down my ninja, or get clowned my ninja

Don’t make a sound my ninja, got some rounds my ninja

Got a real fucking stupid flow,

Your hoes need help in the studio,

Word, I was made for the shit, that’s why I get paid for the shit,

[Hook:]

See you haters chillin’ in the crowd,

Watching all my money like how.

All fans yelling so loud,

My outfit looking like wow.

See you haters chillin’ in the crowd,

Watching all my money like how.

All fans yelling so loud,

My outfit looking like wow.

[x2:]

My wardrobe mean as fuck

Got a new chain it’s clean as fuck.

My wardrobe mean as fuck.

Got a new chain it’s clean as fuck.

Thirsty ass hoes, trying to be my friends,

Bitch I’m bout money you don’t understand,

Only see green all through my lens,

Screaming thug life till i end

And if I die right now, let me die right now,

With a million in my pocket,

I’m getting high right now, so high right now

So high, bitch I think I’ve done lost it

Hey shout out to this chill tune,

Every damn show is a filled room,

Finch Ave. homie, it’s some real goons,

If you ain’t heard, you gone hear real soon,

Uh, 21 -3 guarantee I’m hitting all the countries,

All over the world kids pump me,

It’s not my fault they want me.

[Hook]

[x4:]

My wardrobe mean as fuck

Got a new chain it’s clean as fuck.

My wardrobe mean as fuck.

Got a new chain it’s clean as fuck.

Honey Cocaine T.O. Gold

[Intro]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, Sunny diamonds uh honey cocaine bitch

It’s that 90’s Gold baby 416 Tdot uh 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Why you acting like a G my ninja with yo bitch made ass get A for Dina, my goons from the finch, my goons from the Jane the click clack clang bang braap ya brain shit shout outs to the GTA 416 the Toronto way uh I know kids from the palace who will rob your lunch eat it in yo face ya know the down bottom red the up top blue 31 division Tryna get the crew why cause its eat food season you can get bodied without reason, just spoke to the homie mista Rasta 100 goons posted at the plaza damn the gyal dem thugs too all yelling fuck you and they selling drugs too but you done gwan like them crazy they haffi have di ting pon di Jane street its people walking but nobody talking you say the wrong thing we send ya body off, now why you speaking to the cops you speak to me you speaking to a boss Imma show you what the streets like all these kids killing just to eat right love for the west and the east south side north side Tdot streets word just a Tdot set and wherever I’m at I Tdot rep so on a die it’s a Tdot death to all the homies rapping they know Tdots next honey cocaine bitch fuck who you with 90’s gold thang and they love how I do it.

Honey Cocaine Making Me High

[Intro]

Honey Cocaine bitch. Young goddest, 416. This that 90s Gold baby Uh

[Verse 1]

I can’t promise I’ma treat you right,

But lemme show what I got for you to eat tonight, HA!

Fuck, Fuck..tryna sleep tonight.

Spend time not money it’s a cheaper price.

Still to them my car expensive, & the house not to mention.

So lemme ask this question, did I get your attention cus….

[Chorus]

You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)

You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)

I – I – I get so high high high [x8]

[Verse 2]

I’ma, I’ma try not to treat you wrong,

But all the pretty guys love me & they love my songs, Ha!

Maybe he’s a chooser to blond,

Or just the damage I be doing to these songs? I don’t know!

Still that shit ain’t relevant, you need the dream & I’m selling it

So when I’m throwin’ you my sally, just

bring your fine ass where my telly is cus you…..

[Chorus]

You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)

You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)

I – I – I get so high high high [x8]

[Verse 3]

DAMN, I told you I wasn’t yo girl tho’,

So why you lettin’ all the whole world know,

But if tonight is still go,

I’m wearing some Chanel’ & a fur coat (YUP)

text me if you’re coming tonight,

We should sex, smoke a little, & screamin fuck the cops!

Shit I’m used to not having alot,

So I love them other guys like

I love the block but you…..

[Chorus]

You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)

You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)

I – I – I get so high high high [x8]

Honey Cocaine Curve Ball

Tell this bitch I swerve

Every thot nigga gettin’ curved

That niggas the worst

Can’t buy my trust with a perf

Got to learn to swim

Before you surf

Put it on a turf

These motherfuckers got nerve

You can get murked on the curve

Don’t be actin absurd

I ain’t even saying no words

I just do my thing like like

Pussy ass nigga with a stank breath

Spendin all your money on hoes

Ain’t got a thang left

You weak niggas on the same flex

And them boys get swerved

Cause I just can’t stress

And your girl whip

Tryin to split game

Actin all crazy for some champagne

You at the club in the same outfit

Came with the same loud bitch

Niggas ain’t about shit

[Chorus:]

Nigga gettin’ on ya nerve

Kick his ass with a curve

Hit his ass with a curve

Tell that bitch nigga swerve

Kick his ass with a curve

Hit him fast with a curve

Curve

Fuck,fuck

Tryin to talk, that’s a curve ball

He don’t stop

Throw a curve ball

You can get it dropped by a curve ball

I hit his ass with this curve ball

You know the motto

Honey never fall in love

Especially not no Motherfuckin’ scrubs

Lead me to the block

But you don’t be tryin holla fo’ no love

Motherfucker I’m not dumb

Motherfucker I’m the bomb

You fuckin’ with me tryna get dome

Money never sure stay long nor love

Tell me am I fucking wrong?

I throw a curve curve

He ain’t giving up

Thats the worse, worse

All them bad bitches say it war ,war

Curve, curve, curve, curve

Swerve, switch lanes and I ditch his ass

Like I ain’t wearin’ my retainer I shift his ass

Now we trippin I ain’t hittin’ em back

Tell the fuck boys style we ain’t gettin’ attached

[Chorus]

You ain’t get dropped with a curve ball

I hit his ass with this curve ball

Curve,curve, curve

Curve,curve, curve

[Chorus]

Honey Cocaine Runaway Bride

[Verse 1:]

Running away, I’m running away

Cupid ain’t shit throw the gun in my way

Bullets spit in my face, tears fall from the sky

What a beautiful frown it has kept me alive

Seeking for an answer but I feel like I’m far

Runaway bitch with a rebellious heart

What a dangerous game, hope you walk out now

‘Cause love is a bitch and she talks out loud

Wish I was the type to maybe open my heart

Said it from the start shit it’s cold and it’s dark

So what, lust me or lust me not

Fuck trust and feelings, I trust my glock

[Hook: x2]

Guns to the sky, runaway brides

I thought I told you thugs don’t cry

I’m on my queen shit

I’m on my queen shit

[Verse 2:]

Hitting the ground, I be hitting the ground

Escaping what’s left I ain’t trying to be found

Say it’s my fault for dishonouring love

But tell me I’ve been smart all along as a thug

I ain’t taking a chance you get the peace for me

Love rips you apart and it’s so easy to see

So damn young and naive, fuck looking for me

‘Cause thugs don’t cry can’t be waiting for me

Loyal to rap, I’m only loyal to rap

Sending me love, I’m just gonna send her ass back

So tell me, lust me or lust me not

Fuck trust and feelings, I trust my glock

[Hook: x2]

Guns to the sky, runaway brides

I thought I told you thugs don’t cry

I’m on my queen shit

I’m on my queen shit

Honey Cocaine Middle Finger

[Intro:]

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere…

[Verse 1:]

Give a fuck about nothing, only need my money and fam

Ain’t the type to get violent but I will fucking go HAM

Fuck around with my plans, I turn your brain into jam

My homies hit yo man, the tooly all in my hand

You fronting, I’m leaving, shut the fuck up

I’m a hustler, believe it, you nothing but dust

Don’t get taken, get broken, all for them bucks

No witness, no pictures, them asians be clutched

Pockets on casino, my paper on jalapeño

You a fucking dumb square, no mercy you getting repo

20 gold chains, just got out from the jet

Just got the word from Japan, bitches 30 a set

[Bridge:]

Throw them dollars in the air, cause me and the homies

We on the grind

Throw them dollars in the air, cause me and the homies

We on the grind

[Hook:]

Middle fingers in the air, middle fingers in the air

You can catch it anywhere

Middle fingers in the air, middle fingers in the air

You can catch it anywhere

[Verse 2:]

Riding round with 4 packs, I’m trippin over my store stack

Your style wild, where yo whores at?

Fuck rap money, get more racks

Dumb bitches only came for the deal

You think it’s game over cause you made you a mill

Bitch, you ain’t making no bank

Checking my accounts and it’s whole tank

Smoking on some loud, and it’s all dank

You the bitch in the club who got no drank

Ah, I got my feet in some J’s, bitch I stay hard

My entire life is worthy of a trademark

Getting rich it don’t matter what the season is

Spending on rodeo with my puerto rican bitch

[Bridge:]

Throw them dollars in the air, cause me and the homies

We on the grind

Throw them dollars in the air, cause me and the homies

We on the grind

[Hook:]

Middle fingers in the air, middle fingers in the air

You can catch it anywhere

Middle fingers in the air, middle fingers in the air

You can catch it anywhere

[Outro:]

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere… anywhere…

Anywhere…

Honey Cocaine None Of My Business

[Hook – Kirko Bangz:]

That girl’s a rider, yeah

She hold a nigga down

She tell me she don’t fuck nobody else

When I’m not around

That ain’t none of my business [x6]

[Verse 1 – Honey Cocaine:]

We a little too young

Little too dumb

Maybe just a little too sprung

He my new gun

And I love it when he use tongue

Give me new lungs

Hit it like a fucking new drum

Leave me too strung

A nigga said something, what he do he swung

He been a down ass nigga since we too begun

I always have his back whether fondue or crumps

Cause baby I know getting rich with you’d be fun

But right now, right now gon’ throw these ones

You know I’m with it, ima throw me some

You run around with your homies

But just remember you my only one

It’ll slowly come

You with a bitch, that ain’t my business

I seen all them fakes, I ain’t change feelings

Baby I’m just working game killing

You will never find me with the lames chilling

Know I’ll die for you

[Hook – Kirko Bangz:]

That girl’s a rider, yeah

She hold a nigga down

She tell me she don’t fuck nobody else

When I’m not around

That ain’t none of my business [x6]

[Verse 2 – Kirko Bangz:]

I never worry ’bout the shit that she do

That ain’t none of my business

She tryna get fucked up with her crew

That ain’t none of my business

If she fuck with another nigga, love with another nigga

I ain’t tripping if you in the club with another nigga

Why you got them shades on

Girl you should have stayed home

Don’t be worried ’bout me, I ain’t tripping get your drink on

That ain’t none of my business

I ain’t all in my feelings

I ain’t worried ’bout them niggas

So don’t be trippin’ when you see me with some bitches

[Hook – Kirko Bangz:]

That girl’s a rider, yeah

She hold a nigga down

She tell me she don’t fuck nobody else

When I’m not around

That ain’t none of my business [x6]

[Verse 3 – Constantine:]

I told her

If she got a side nigga

That ain’t none of my business, that ain’t none of my business

Your ex in love with you

That ain’t none of my business, that ain’t none of my business

If he ain’t over you

Blowing up your phone, girl what’s up with you

I don’t wanna have control of you

All I wanna do is smoke with you and fuck on you

Love it when I smack it

I love it when you pull my pants down

Love it when I slip and slide in

But down bitch

I swear

[Hook – Kirko Bangz:]

That girl’s a rider, yeah

She hold a nigga down

She tell me she don’t fuck nobody else

When I’m not around

That ain’t none of my business [x6]

Honey Cocaine Dear Luv

[Tupac:]

“…and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin’ on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete.

Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete..”

[Honey Cocaine:]

As a yougin’ all I had was a dream

Rappin’ to myself as my mama used to scream

Papa getting violent and he beatin’ her again

They just feeling stressed ’cause they tryna pay the rent

Papa, you a G though you did wrong

Mama, you an angel ’cause you stayed strong

Papa, it’s alright, we have weak moments

Mama, you a soldier ’cause you keep holdin’

Uh

But some days, we ain’t have shit

And some nights, I was askin’

“Why we so poor, but my friends not?”

Just jealous of what my friends got

Uh

I was hungry and you fed me love

Damn, you gave me yours, it wasn’t enough

Yet, I took it all and without a praise

You made it feel like home and without a place

Workin’ like slaves, and I’m so sorry

Ungrateful for the things you done did for me

Comin’ home from school, disrespecting

Acting like I ain’t have blessings

Dear, Mama the council won’t get you

If you try to go, I won’t let you

A careless ass kid, but I’m tryna change it

I just need to tell you I appreciate it

[Tupac:]

“…and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin’ on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete.

Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little.. you know, to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete..”

[Honey Cocaine:]

As a youngin’ all I had was a dream

You was my brother, my hero, my team

I was down for you, all you did was sell

I was growin’ up while you was in and out of jail

Waitin’ at the court room, all of us silent

You was never home, you was always so violent

How you think I felt when I visited the prison

Of where my brother at while my partner gone missin’

I was gone dissin’, but I was just hurt

From all those nights, those fights, those words

Shit, we used to argue all the time, I hated you

And witnessing your drug dealin’ and I hated, too

It was my birthday and then some next shit

All them times, you just got your ass arrested

Family stressin’, I’m surprised you ain’t dead

From a life of a crime, and that war with the FEDS

Have you thought ’bout what you put me through? HUH?

And all the things I had to do for you

Like deal with the people who spoke your name

Like this bitch who disrespected you, I broke her frame

But it’s okay, I’m your baby sis

And some day I just may be rich

And I got you, I ain’t gotta say it

I just wanted you to tell me you appreciate it

[Tupac:]

“…and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin’ on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete.

Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little.. you know, to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete..”