[Verse 1]
Coaching better grab ya seat
Yeah im high bring the fade
Wanna roll with me
Better grab ya harness girl
Sweep you off ya feet
If I fall out this world
There ain't no gravity..
I pour sixteens
Like mtv shows
Sweeter than a bitch
Wockhardt make me whole
Workforce on the fit
Ain't tweaking for no hoe
Two hundred on a stick
Got another body on it
Bitch im yerk
And im smoking propane
Money on ya head nah
Thats some loose change
Patna in the feds
But he coming home straight
I pull up with two chopsticks
Like where the lo mein
I can hold aim
God damn pop a tesla
Long range
Drive hеr crazy
Fuck her friend to feel sane
Im on thе northside with the mob
Dont be afraid
I feel it in my soul
But they dont even know my name
[Verse 2]
I ain't come to coach
I came to ball
Put you in a scope
Shoot it like lamar
Baddie wanna go
In her mouth like halls
I put a lil grip
Now the arp got walls
Shawty so amazed
Hoes get lost
I perfer a thot
Skeet skeet
Skrt off
Pull up in a G63
Cost a home
Baby im so G*59
Its to my bones
I prefer the big guap
Rollie wrist watch
Baby we in track mode
Gone need a pit stop
I can't fuck with 5-0
Like this some g-unot
I won't let the gang go
Can't break the chain locks
I can hold aim
God damn pop a roxy
To the face
Flash out
Paparazzi in my face
Im on the northside
With ya hoe
Like getaways
I feel it in my soul
But they dont even know my name
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