Lil Baby – Pure Cocaine Lyrics

Pure Cocaine

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"Pure Cocaine." - Lil Baby

Monday, 12 October 2026, 10:11 pm

Album: Street Gossip

Track No: 02

When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast
Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang
Bought her brand new shoes, told her, "Kick rocks"
Don't stand too close, diamonds, kickbox
Stay in red mean go, so I don't stop
I know they wish they can catch me but keep wishin'
You think I done turn into a fiend for these bitches
Tryna stuff as much as I can in these bitches
Made your bitch fuck on my man it's no difference
I ain't never pop no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to turn on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it on a song, I seen it, or been through it
I can't put it in my song
I know how the Fed goes through it
Free all of the opps, but ain't no FamGoons
Gave me mama ten bands, sent her to Cancun
Got the crowd going dumb but I ain't no damn fool
If I went in there and did it, then maybe you can, too
We done came from a long way from broke and sharing shoes
When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast
Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang
When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast
Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang
Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I'ma dope boy, no cap
I'm livin' my best life, for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite it won't work, it won't last
Be the opposite, knocked off, toe tags
Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad
They need me in the trap but I can't go back
I jumped out of Porsche with a hundred dollar slab
I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, call it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dog status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
Put my craft in the rap then I took off, yeah
New G Wagon, no key, this a push-start
I can hit the gas, make it disappear
When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast
Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang
When your wrist like this you don't check the forecast
Everyday it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets but I got a little sense, but I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thang, do my thang

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Chris Rosser & Matthew Edward Robinson.

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