CoastClear

Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a banger
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gang with me in this *****, aint no fear, woah (No fear)
Push me to the edge and ***** I wont spare none
Get shot down (Shot), beat ya block down (Block)
Said Im ridin round the city with my top down
Gang round me like a forcefield
We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth meal
Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork still
Ballin now, lil *****, I must be on my fourth mill, yeah
Im just livin life like Im supposed to, yeah
First class, sippin on mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah
When you makin bread, you need a toaster, yeah
I just ****ed your girl, I shouldve posted it
Text me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out, Jordan on the open lane
Thug it out, .40 with the scope and beam
Dont make me have to leave it smokin, yeah
Dead, soakin red
Paranoia, dont get close to me
I dont even trust the ****** close to me
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin from the struggle , put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air
You know that I want it, baby, bring that ***** here
Hop out, you can smell it in the air
Touch down, every city coast clear
Flatbush *****, trap , trap out on Nostrand, yeah
Relatively, catch me where Im posted, yeah
**** from round me if you bout that ho s**t, yeah
My lil baby jumpin like a ocean , yeah
Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast
Ima bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke
We been bustin rubber bands, lighters up at the shows
** *** flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos
Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my strap
****** steppin up to Joey, he dont even gotta scrap
Pow P, thats my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, yall my ****** til the death, thats on my back
Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes
They gon try to cop out, **** it, Im a pyro
Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear
Zombies, UA with me, and the Pros here, yeah
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair