Cherry Cola lyrics

[RMC Mike]
Look
Every time I [?]
High as hell, gettin' my di*k sucked, smokin' cherry cola
A thousand pounds stuffed in the trunk left a heavy odor
[?] my way into the game, they wouldn't let me over
I spent 40 some thousand on a wristwatch
Stay downed with who I came with, I never flip-flop
He pulled up in a [?], but left out in a big box
The jewelry cost an arm and a leg, who wanna kickbox?

[Wakko The Kidd]
I'm the type to pull up Hellcat with the Rollie on
I got a stick that light up like I'm Obiwan
Them killers put that metal to your chest like a stethoscope
My life a whole f*cking movie not a episode
I grew up selling dope to junkies, where the pebbles at
SRT beam so hot it make the Devil mad
Haters need to get they money up with they jealous ass
Passing all these hoes back and forth like a tennis match

[RMC Mike]
The area that I grew up in, they was killin' rats
Pistol whip a n*gga in his head 'til his vision black
I made my name in the hood, so I be givin' back
Turn the pressure up in this b*tch until the ceiling crack
Real money counter, it's a movement
n*gga you ain't gettin' no pape, what you doing?
Five-seven hit him close range, left him clueless
I got a lawyer fightin' anything 'cus he jewish
[Wakko The Kidd]
20K for my attorney beat the pistol case
b*tch choking all up on my di*k she got a little face
Five star dining in Japan eating steak and whiskey
Mike said he scared to leave the country gotta take him with me
Smoking all Airheadz got me high as outer space
You ain't getting money 'round me then you out of place
Looking in my safe, what I see? That's a lot of digits
All these hoes thinking that they models really bottle b*tches

[RMC Mike]
I just sold a fresh brick out a remodeled kitchen
A thousand horsepower plus, that's a lot of engine
A hunnid Ms on my mind, I'm just tryna get it
With a Gucci suit on lookin' like a rich politician
Diamonds bussin' hard like the city lights
If they pull me over in this car, the judge gon give me life
But I made it to my destination, brodie get my right
Now I'm finna bust the trap down for like 50 nights

[Wakko The Kidd]
Whole team getting to this cake now they see the plan
They don't really want no money they just wanna be the man
Running through this paper I be counting 'til my thumbs hurt
Put my hand in her pus*y I made her c*m squirt
I was standing on the corner selling 'phetamines
Now I'm rapping over beats and doing better things
Flying overseas put my di*k in this b*tch ovaries
In the streets I'm used to robberies and rosaries
Flying overseas put my di*k in this b*tch ovaries
In the streets I'm used to robberies and rosaries