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Beast Coast、Joey Bada$$、Flatbush Zombies、Kirk Knight、Nyck Caution、Issa Gold - Coast/Clear(Explicit)
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 show go 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 show go 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 b**ch ain't no fearin' woah
Push me to the edge and b**ch I won't spend none
Get shot down shot beat ya block down blaow
Said I'm ridin' round the city with my top down
Gang round me like a force field
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' b**ch I must be on my fourth mil yeah
I'm just living' life like I'm supposed to yeah
First class sippin' the mimosas yeah
Cartier I get it re-upholstered yeah
When you makin' bread you need a toaster yeah
I just f**ked your girl I should've posted it
Text me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out jordan on a open lean
Drug it out 40 with the scope & beam
Don't make me have to leave it smokin' yeah
Dead soakin' red
Paranoia don't get close to me
I don't even trust the n**gas close to me
Gotta watch my back make sure the coast clear yeah
If you thuggin' from the show go 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 show go 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 p**sy here
Hop out you can smell it in the air
Touch down every city coast clear
Flatbush n**ga
Relatively catch me but I'm posted yeah
F**k from round me if you 'bout that h** sh*t yeah
My lil' baby jumpin' like a ocean yeah
Cheers to the coast raise a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a couple grams know the gang like to smoke
We been bustin' rubber bands lighters up at the shows
N**ga flex up on my mans get him gone vá manos
Keep my dogs in attack and my arm on my strap
N**gas steppin' up to joey he ain't even gotta scrap
Pow p that's my slatt kirk & nycky grip the mac
Z-o-m-b y'all my n**gas til' the death that's on my back
Life is like a roadblock swerve around the potholes
They gon' try to cop out f**k it I'm a pyro
Maniac burn it down promise when the smoke clear
Zombies ua with me & the pros here yeah
Gotta watch my back make sure the coast clear yeah
If you thuggin' from the show go 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 show go put a toast in the air
Pop out watch 'em all stare
You a cop out you should grow a pair