[Lyric] Cocaine (Joey)

[TOMMY FOMO]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah

[Chorus: Joey.]
Cocaine, dressed in all white
You fresh as me? Never in yo life
Run the check, or go and mind yo business
Can't even hear you, less you talking bout them digits

[Verse 1: Tommy FOMO]
Nerdy nigga with a gold grill
From the city where they really gritty
Throwing symbols like they cold steel
That’s yo nigga that’s a real pity
Quick witted like i'm Seinfeld
Young and bougee like Elaine Baines
I ain't fucking with you lame brains
Locomotive, that's my namesake
James Blake, who fake, 2k
Pump fake, gun play, run way, tsundere andale
Money make a nigga do stupid thangs
I’m the top/dog nigga you a lieutenant
This is my house lil nigga you a tenant
Got a Yoko Onno like Lennon
In the A5 with the waysides tinted
Trying to steal glow at my home court, but what's more important than us bruh
Polo tees and them short shorts you niggas more like USPA
Peyton came up in a cusp bruh
Thats double my nigga my nigga for real
I promise you, fuck with that nigga and see how you feel
Lotta niggas used to sleep on the kid
Type of nigga that'll sleep with girl
Lotta niggas trynna be where I is
When I’m finished I’ll give you a turn
Never mix it like my shit with a burn
Trying to make it in Atlanta like ern
Me my niggas fighting Xana like Jerm
Phony niggas trying steal it like
Ursula, young FOMO show no mercy
Ya, flow nauseous boy it's terminal
Hopping on it she got vertigo
Wish you would, Timmy Turner yah
Katy Perry with the double cup
Everywhere I go they show me love
Used to tell me Tommy toughen up
Couldn't do it so I re-upped
[Chorus: Joey.]
Cocaine, dressed in all white
You fresh as me? Never in yo life
Run the check, or go and mind yo business
Can't even hear you, less you talking bout them digits
Talking bout them digits
Talking bout them digits
Talking bout them digits
Can't even hear you, less you talking bout them digits

[Verse 2: Joey.]
I done had a really rough week
All these niggas they done changed up on me
I think I’m about to blow a couple trees
Hold up, joey yeah that ain't really me

Uh, stayed silent yeah I did that
Half of y'all will never get that
If I really wanna take it there
Bet I make you niggas get back
Bet you niggas think this a joke
Guarantee I have the last laugh
Real aggressive with the rap raps
Honestly not even that mad
I got it, I heard it, ain't liked by you niggas
But really don’t matter, won’t die by you niggas
Y’all really be tripping, Claim I’m acting different
I been kept it real, why lie to you niggas
Like, do I really Got the time
I ain’t, really worried bout you now
Called my momma, had her stressing out
Then she told me, boy just settle down
Woah
Like Preciate it ma
Told y’all last time, that nobody where I’m from
Many people think they know me, but I’m changing every month
If you with me, then you with me
If you not, then you a bum
Circle shrunk, issa blip
When they see me, now they dip
Spilt the tea, need a sip?
Young Vacay, imma trip
[Chorus: Joey.]
Cocaine, dressed in all white
You fresh as me? Never in yo life
Run the check, or go and mind yo business
Can't even hear you, less you talking bout them digits
Talking bout them digits
Talking bout them digits
Talking bout them digits
Can't even hear you, less you talking bout them digits