Coast 2 Coast (FAST)

My teacher used to treat me like her son, she knew I was selling dope.

I went and printed and broke her heart, I meant she coming on every vote.

Me, Rollo, V, Zella, Dan, the man, we the fantastic folks.

How you wait this lady to be a gangster, nigga, you too old.

DJ Fedefee, jump that shit.

Finesse the bank or make a song, but swing a door, that's how it go.

Blood, sweat, and tears, I got two kids, that's what I hustle, folks.

You know, damn well, we did that first, I just ain't pressed the post.

Four dollars in the bottle, I'll call, serve up, and I'll catch a cold.

He ready to kill about this hole, I never touched it, though.

Middle of my hood, a tank top on, I got the muscle, bro.

My teacher used to treat me like her son, she knew I was selling dope

I went to prison, they broke her heart, I met her, she coming on every post

Me, Rollo, V, Zella, Dan, the man, we the fantastic folk

How you wait this lady to be a gangster, nigga, you too old

The DT know our love is at a depth, shout out his mama house

The D had winter prison, I still was hiding shit in mama house

Mackie died, that shit behind me, sick on her in mama house

How these niggas be claiming they run the city, but they don't be running round

Boss are coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke, told her I still let it go

They gon' try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred

Gotta dig in till the emotion every day is coming

I try to make a half a tee

I ain't trippin' if it won't

We ain't spendin' type of paper

Checkin' a man cut to your door

They know we been head to up

Nigga, bitch, I keepin' scope

What the fuck you gon' do with the flow?

Load these niggas piss it go

Look him on a yellow truck

Power plays all way out in Milwaukee

They pay major book

Never had a plug, I stole the load

Can't relate to it

Swing it off your ass and take a chance

You probably run it up

Okay, bro put a trust in the mail

Dummy track and broke his heart

I been takin' hoes down by the tool

Just like Noah's up

And a trap try to swing a door

Spit her head just fall apart

I said, no, I be gettin' paper, she want me pay for her car

I love niggas too close, then lost coast, then we had time to cope

Know my pain was right, run from my problems, got me beatin' the rope

I got ripped from take at risk, I turned off my flesh and bone

I been gettin' my game from Wham, ain't that bigger than a foe

Bossin' comin' coast to coast, too rich for the smoke, told her I'd still let it go

They gon' try get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred

Got it digged into the motion, every day's cutin'

Uh, uh, rappers in out my pocket like a nigga, one, two, seven minutes

White and red, bitchy, on my D, I went peppermint

Fit Bo when I ride through chiller, nigga, I don't need no fucking tint

Clashin' on that five, wrong move, nigga, heaven sent

They don't need no, I'm a rapper, Jay, still

Thing got glass on me in a HOV lane

Get some niggas, throwin' up, it's on three

Nigga, try steal my summer, yo nigga, pull up, hop out, shoot in the knee

All these boss on the floor, I'm kickin' these bitches around like Bruce Lee

He broke down the road, fucking bitch, you don't need no fee-fee

Love to my old hoe, yo, new nigga, never be mean

Nigga be asked for shit, and I ain't even been in there for a whole week

I'm in the old way, boss, on three, nigga, I got this wrong

Boss comin' coast to coast, too rich for the smoke

So the ostrich let it go, they gon' try to get you some money, nigga at least a hundred

Gotta dig into the motion, everyday he's coming, hey, money