Coaches

I ain't turning down my focus, pop a addy I'm out here rollin'
All on me I gotta show 'em, give me the bag we boutta trap it til the morning
They had they doubt but na' I give 'em cold shoulders
Yuh

Hate that we turnt but they still won't approach us
Za in my blunt last year I rolled roaches
Think I'm a lick that lil boy is so bogus
Play in the field, nigga I move like the coaches

You say you step then gon' head and step
I got this fire right on top the belt
I keep a glocky on the right because these niggas left
Ain't touch my prime and I still feel the best
Ain't folding young nigga I stand up in they fucking chest

Tryna take them Ps across the border, I can't forget bout my morals
We taking risk all bout this shit so we ain't posed to be normal
Red-rum where I'm from and it ain't showing no warning
Bullets rain in my city, hell yea it be pourin'
Pack touchdown, we start runnin routes
He don't get respect from me if he just runnin mouth
I remember they had slept on me, just like a couch
Na I'm dropping off bags at they momma nem' house

I ain't turning down my focus
Pop a addy I'm out here rollin', all on me I gotta show 'em
Give me the bag we boutta trap it til the morning
They had they doubt but na' I give 'em cold shoulders

Hate that we turnt but they still won't approach us
Za in my blunt last year I rolled roaches
Think I'm a lick that lil boy is so bogus
Play in the field, nigga I move like the coaches

You say you step then gon' head and step
I got this fire right on top the belt
I keep a glocky on the right because these niggas left
Ain't touch my prime and I still feel the best
Ain't folding young nigga I stand up in they fucking chest



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Writer(s): Jorel Sinegal
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