Trae Tha Truth, Diamond - Coast 2 Coast lyrics

Coast to coast block to block
City to city and rock for rock
Coast to coast block to block
City to city and rock for rock
(hood to hood gang to gang
Gangstas out here doing they thang
On they block trying to get they change
Keeping them haters out they range)

Hit niggas the realest, from west Tex to NY
Spit it, from Best I to C-H-I
For the motherfucking gangstas
And all them niggas with the throwbacks
Keeping these niggas up on they toes
Till the do' stack
Lace tracks and I rope the block
And switch whips like a parking lot
And then I park the drop
Pick up cash and mark the spot
And move do' like a armored truck
I got niggas that'll stash the dope
Ese partnas that'll slash your throat
Get stashed in the back of a boat with a
Knife and slug in the back of your coat
If you brag or you boast
Moving from coast to coast block to block
City to city and rock for rock
We international drug smugglers
And give a fuck if you like it or not
Pyrex in a pot got the hood on lock
Got the streets on blaze no sleep for days
The world in a daze and the fiends amazed
First one in line when the fiends get paid
Nigga how you think the crib
Look so damn laid
How you think I'm pushing a quarter to eight
I'm a jazzy bitch and I'm
In love with the do'
And every nigga I know in love with the dro
Some go for blow some pop X
Bring me the cash don't take no checks
Pack my tech strap my vest
Give it to you raw if a nigga want plex
Bet a bitch won't flex and cross me wrong
Cause your girl got heat not
Just for the song
I'm a bitch to the bone international
Ship weight all the way to the capital

They don't really wanna know
How the fuck I feel
Cause Trae, will put em back up in a zone
For the hood that I roam
I'll run up on a nigga like what it was
And dump, till I hit him with the chrome
They don't wanna get it on
Cause I promise I'm raw with mine
Pocket full of stones
Like a king that's underground
ABN gang, so you haters move around
King of the streets
I'll put you up under mine get out of line
And I can show you who the Truth is
Everybody, wanna know about Trae
Get a clip for the K, in the back
For the work on the block
I can show a nigga crime pay
Better get up out the way
Me and Diamond coming up right behind em
Pulling up in a slab
With fifth wheels reclining
Best not to try em, homie I can remind em
Fuck around with me
And I promise they'd never find em
They wanna doubt, but I prove a nigga wrong
Whoop niggas ass, like Shot whip zones
Rip niggas up, like I rip songs
In a black whip, with the top of it gone
You see, I'm Screwed Up Click for life
Fat Pat, and the HAWK
Keke Po-Yo and the rest of the squad
Some ride red some ride blue-grey
Who is the Truth that gotta be Trae
Either way it go niggas know I don't play
Southwest be the only place I'ma stay
Burner in reach wherever that I'ma lay
Coast to coast ghetto to ghetto
Better know I'm a Asshole type fellow
Hit em from the jump till
My hands say let go
Texas nigga and that I'ma let show

Down with Trae to hit the tre with the yay
And they know we got it
Raw got em sitting sideways
Seats laid back with the boys in a daze
Sip a lil' drank with a lil' bit of haze
Never leave the house without
Some'ing to blaze
Got the hood sitting still like
Cars at fo' ways
My boy Big Dame can get it in fo' ways
I'm a D3 repper I do it to get paid
More work than old slaves so I
Hit the block with some'ing hot
Anybody try to jack get
Popped with some'ing hot
I do it for the hood so you
Know it don't stop
From the H to the flats in
The Lex or the drop we hit a lot of blocks
So the wrist stay icey
Couldn't care less that the
Bops don't like me
Studio tonight so you know we getting icey
And this is where we going with
The work you can find me