Cocaine Paste lyrics

[Intro: Kobe Bryant]
Still waiting for a big smile out of you
You're up 2-0, what's the story, are you not happy?
Or you're only half-happy? Or—
What's there to be happy about?
You're up 2-0
Job's not finished
Job finished? No, I don't think so

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, look, we landslidin' (Landslidin')
It's DrumWork, b*tch, we landslidin' (Uh-huh)
My man slidin' like doors on the caravan, got 'em (Brrt)
Diggin' in that pot, I can't keep my hands out it (Uh-huh)
So you ain't gettin' a damn dollar (Not a penny, n*gga)
I call my shooter Dame Dolla, it's written all on his face, he can't hide it
He itchin' to catch a damn body (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah (Brrt), yeah, he itchin' to catch a damn body (Uh)

[Verse 2: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]
Look, Saint Patrick's Day 1 lows (Uh-huh), I shamrocked it
Yes, I copped it, my sneaker problem got bands hoppin'
Right up out of my pants pockets
The Yeezy 1s, I copped the tan option (Right)
Stüssy Dunk highs, they had the brown and tan ASICS
Rocked 'em once and then I flipped 'em for the damn profits (Let's get it)
A fly n*gga with advanced knowledge, yeah (You know that, haha)
DrumWork (Talk that talk), we fly n*ggas with advanced knowledge, look
[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
I dotted my Is and I crossed my Ts (Uh-huh)
You want a feature from Con', it's gon' cost you cheese (I need a bag)
I did it bigger and took it further than they believed
One bracelet, it's two artist advances on my sleeve (Uh, hahaha)

[Verse 4: Jae Skeese]
I'm fresher than patent leather shinin', I rock the Cs (Uh-huh)
Retro 4's with the S on the tongue, Christopher Reeves (Woo)
I killed 'em, all they saw is red like the Khaled 3s
My shorty elite like the Kobe 9s, a masterpiece, goddamn (Come on)

[Verse 5: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, I'm Armani every three, shoutout my brother Skeese
He threw 'em to me like breeze (Good looks, my n*gga)
I rocked the black strings in my Chicago SBs
In two drops, made four hundred thousand from tees, n*gga

[Verse 6: Jae Skeese]
Supreme box logos on the heel, it's box logos on the tee (Facts)
Black suede all over my Uptempo 33s (Facts)
I'm tip-toein' through my cousin vintage like a gymnast (What up?)
They keep me fresh to death just like a f*ckin' life sentence
Retro 3s light linen with the canvas on the uppers (Uh-huh)
And they must respect the Drum, 'cause we demand it, motherf*cker
[Verse 7: Conway the Machine]
Sold ten 'cause I'm a hustler, got the hammer with the muffler
That's the TEC with air holes and I'ma blam this motherf*cker (Boom, boom, boom)
Hundred bands on the band, my wrist dancin' like it's Usher (Hahaha)
Tryna chill, but understand, you force my hand and I'ma touch you, n*gga (Brrt)

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
I'ma get you, n*gga
We ain't playin', n*gga
DrumWork, n*gga