[Verse 1]
I can make cocaine
(*##$es getting high from my music

I just left the studio
I swear I treat that (*##$ just like a crack house
I put that work in, pull them stacks out

Now I'm riding round in that Ferrari
Fifty racks in the Joyrich backpack
I turn any situation to a party

I be making cocaine
Dealer money from this motha$#&@in' rap thang
I get back to the studio

I tell my (*##$ bring a ounce and a pack of cones, hold on
I be writing cocaine
Raps every dope (*##$ wanna throat mane

I just left the studio
(*##$ want a G ^!$$% come ride through
She put it on her life, she in love with me

Baby girl just in love with what that dick do
Her homegirl said I was official
So know she coming for herself to see if it's true, wait

I be writing cocaine
Raps at the crib, chilling watching Scarface, yea
Got a (*##$ rolling up

Now I'm smoking while that ho making pizza rolls
OG kush put you in a sleeper hold
If you a rookie then my doobies you don't need to smoke

Round here we was raised by the G code
Round here it ain't said, you already know
That I can make

...Audio dope mane, L
Origina-tor
...Of this audio dope game, mane

I can make...