[Intro: Shy Glizzy]

The aroma, smells good

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]

Coca, coca, coca loca

I got coca cola, not the soda

Coca, coca, coca loca

Standing in the kitchen not the sofa

Coca, coca, coca loca

I got coca cola, not the soda

Coca, coca, coca loca

Standing in the kitchen not the sofa

[ Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]

I got dirty birds, hey, shoot like Larry Bird, hey

I got dirty birds, hey, shoot like Larry Bird, hey

Bitch get on my nerves, ho you need to swerve!

Twelve years old when I start selling herb

Momma used to tell me, get your ass back on the curb!

Grams at the door, put it up your nose

Take you to a place, I don't think you wanna go, no, no

Niggas, I look up to in a hole or in the hole

OG you're fucked up now, you're just like TO

I got coca loca, bricks inside a Rover

Police get behind me, I swear I'm not pulling over

I'm that Batman, you're Joker, I bet my heart colder

Young Richie pour it up, don't let 'em Alpo ya

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]

Coca, coca, coca loca

I got coca cola, not the soda

Coca, coca, coca loca

Standing in the kitchen not the sofa

Coca, coca, coca loca

I got coca cola, not the soda

Coca, coca, coca loca

Standing in the kitchen not the sofa

[Verse 2: Zed Zilla]

In the kitchen whipping

Hopper than the Fisker like "Skrrt"

Ain't let a nigga pass

See you when you see me

Catch me when you catch me

Hater, you can bet me, that I'm blowing on gas

Cut my nigga young Berg, tell him that I got a quarter bird

Make his ass come back cook glad

Coca, coca loca, loca

In a plastic bag

The niggas ain't getting like my cocaine clique

These pussy ass niggas on the downfall

Heard you got robbed for half a brick

And I heard your motherfucking pistol didn't sound off

Got one young nigga getting no pounds on

One young nigga cooking the white girl

I heard you want the white vert

Me, I just one night her

My nigga he bad, he cooking, he couldn't

My head is turned up so firm

My nigga for life got jammed with the white

And man, his face is on the news

Now I guess both of our faces is on a poster

Mine for rapping, yours for fucking with coca loca

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]

Coca, coca, coca loca

I got coca cola, not the soda

Coca, coca, coca loca

Standing in the kitchen not the sofa

Coca, coca, coca loca

I got coca cola, not the soda

Coca, coca, coca loca

Standing in the kitchen not the sofa