​​raf simmons coat lyrics

[Chorus]
Dodge gas, he got smoked
My n*ggas serious, we don't do jokes
We drive fast and furious, eat up the road
That ho so curious, she wanna know
She like "What are you?," b*tch, I'm the goat
My n*ggas run up and cause a lil show
And I'm hot as f*ck, Raf Simon's coat
If we see the jakes, we gon' get low
Blow dope in yo' face, I don't respect you ho
I feel like I'm Brady, I gotta throw
'Member that n*gga shady, gotta play my part
Exhaust on the coupe, 'bouta hear that sh*t fart
Put an ARP on number 9 wit' the part
Sipping on drank, got a purple heart

[Verse]
I ride in a tank, I'm with my brother
Smoking on dank, I got a cutter
You gon' get f*cked if you try to run up
I'm going hard, I gotta come up
You got the gas and can't roll thеn shut up
If cops pulling up, then we got' put this sh*t up
And my n*gga strong like hе tryn' do a pull-up
If ain't 'bout the money, lil pus*y boy shut up
I sip on that drank, I turn to a zombie
I treat a stick like shawn or like Gandhi
That lil boy folded like he origami
I'm in the hood, I still rock Armani
If he got an issue, then we'll come and find him
Yo' lil ho a dog, walk her like Donny
I'm smoking on jungle tree, feel like Jumanji
We put a scheme on his ass like Ponzi
D4, I'll die for respect
n*gga be geeked, dying off the X
If I catch an opp, I'ma shoot his chest
If I catch an opp, I'ma shoot his neck
The truck big as hell, this a TRX
When I'm in the spot, I'ma throw the set
Feel like I'm Chet, rookie of the year
b*tch, I'ma flex
I got the chopper, back
Flex, fast, yeah
We gonna pull up, shoot up sh*t fast, fast, fast, fast, yeah
We gonna pull up, shoot up sh*t fast, fast, fast, fast
[Chorus]
Dodge gas, he got smoked
My n*ggas serious, we don't do jokes
We drive fast and furious, eat up the road
That ho so curious, she wanna know
She like "What are you?," b*tch, I'm the goat
My n*ggas run up and cause a lil show
And I'm hot as f*ck, Raf Simon's coat
If we see the jakes, we gon' get low
Blow dope in yo' face, I don't respect you ho
I feel like I'm Brady, I gotta throw
'Member that n*gga shady, gotta play my part
Exhaust on the coupe, 'bouta hear that sh*t fart
Put an ARP on number 9 wit' the part
Sipping on drank, got a purple heart