Beast Coast - Coast/Clear lyrics
[Beast Coast - Coast/Clear lyrics]
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 bitch, ain't no fear
Woah (No fear)
Push me to the edge and
Bitch I won't spare none get shot down
(Shot) , beat ya block down (Block)
Said I'm 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' bitch, I must
Be on my fourth mill', yeah
I'm just livin' life like I'm 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 fucked your girl
I should've 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
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 niggas 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 pussy here
Hop out, you can smell it in the air
Touch down, every city coast clear
Flatbush nigga, trap, trap out on Nostrand
Yeah
Relatively, catch me where I'm posted, yeah
Fuck from 'round me if you 'bout that ho shit
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
Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone
Vámonos keep my dawgs in attack
And my arm on my strap
Niggas steppin' up to Joey
He don't even gotta scrap
Pow P, that's my slatt
Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, y'all my niggas 'til the death
That's on my back
Life is like a roadblock
Swerve around the potholes
They gon' try to cop out, fuck it, I'm 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
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 bitch, ain't no fear
Woah (No fear)
Push me to the edge and
Bitch I won't spare none get shot down
(Shot) , beat ya block down (Block)
Said I'm 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' bitch, I must
Be on my fourth mill', yeah
I'm just livin' life like I'm 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 fucked your girl
I should've 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
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 niggas 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 pussy here
Hop out, you can smell it in the air
Touch down, every city coast clear
Flatbush nigga, trap, trap out on Nostrand
Yeah
Relatively, catch me where I'm posted, yeah
Fuck from 'round me if you 'bout that ho shit
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
Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone
Vámonos keep my dawgs in attack
And my arm on my strap
Niggas steppin' up to Joey
He don't even gotta scrap
Pow P, that's my slatt
Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, y'all my niggas 'til the death
That's on my back
Life is like a roadblock
Swerve around the potholes
They gon' try to cop out, fuck it, I'm 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