3 Pure Cocaine Lyrics [Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine x3 All i ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Remember me cocaina you like my best friend When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in Far as I remember my nigga my life been full of pain I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain I laid that white on the table i watch em catch a drain I knew right then right there that I would never live the same I'm like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me But you can't break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole) Its a drought on real niggas you already know I'm that ether nigga that fish scale You that oil base homie you don't cook well I'm Yo Gotti the king and i got that young cash New money in a mufuckin dufflebag Old hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag Dope money bitch i keep a couple hundred stashed [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Cocaina heavily cooking. dope excessively. Heavy risk activity, my god given ability Hid the bricks in the 6, wait 'til they get low Shawty snort a lotta powder, let her snort it off the bricks, Gucci mane the dope boy. point me where the jays at Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 Shawty want some hardball, baby want some powder, I'm so high I see stone mountain, Gucci got the birds I ain't talking bout the Falcons, Gucci slanging birds also known as dragon, Hundred pounds of mid-grade stash that in my magnum, Roll it to the country, country boys I tax them, Gucci mane bastard, cook that dope faster, Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma Coke stank, dope stank, smoking on my airplane 80 in the air mane, bricks over here mane Yeah, I never thought I would be riding dirty on i 65 just re'd up 2 flip again Rent a car from enterprise, license proof of insurance Speed limit 85 so I'm going 82 Both hands on the steering wheel driving like a old lady do Crackers pull me over they ain't got shit, gotta let me dip Purple haze is all I smoke, but she couldn't make it on this trip Usually keep a pistol too, one in the chamber, clip full Not today on i 65 its nothing but me and Redbull Collared shirt, brown slacks, looking like a business man Bible on the passenger side, yeah I'm a christian man Yeah I pray to god, let me get these bricks back lord Please don't let these crackers try to search my Honda civic Shit I'm wide awake, I ain't sleepy, so I ain't gon swerve Told you I like to trap it, when it rain I call em Thunderbirds Im the only one 2 touch the work ,so I know its uncut Cause I don't move nothing but, nothing but, nothing but pure methanphitime