Coast 2 Coast

(A.J. made a fuckin' hit)
Pop out floodin' they whole block, we finna sink up they whole boat
Pussy boy gon' end up missin' if he dissin
One more post, I come in like I'm runnin' shit

They must've thought that I'm a host
Two on one, we skunkin' shit
These bullets go from coast to coast
Why y'all thought that we some hoes

Bitch, you know I'm never cold
I keep a coat to hide the pole
All y'all life this dick ridin', I can't fuck with all these trolls
We the ones that come and fry em up, turn they brain into toast

Then turn to ghost
Yall really thought I'm one to sit around and have my feelings hurt
Nah, we on alert to bend a curb and put em on a shirt
Talk on the first, we spend a third and put some in the fuckin' dirt

Finger fuck the K, then let it squeeze and watch the bullets squirt
Not my ride or die, then say goodbye
Lil thot you not my bitch
Bullets turn him to a streamer, make his fuckin' body twitch

We don't fight with fists, we send a blitz and have y'all fight this switch
With this clip, this bitch gon' keep on spraying like I did a glitch
Tie your laces when you run up on me, once a nigga tripped
Nigga thought that he was safe, we caught his ass straight through the tint

We put extra bullets when he dead, like we givin' him a tip
Ten toes when you round me, you'll be dead if you try to blink
Pop out floodin they whole block, we finna sink up they whole boat
Pussy boy gon' end up missin' if he diss in one more post

I come in like I'm runnin' shit, they must've thought that I'm a host
Two on one, we skunkin' shit, these bullets go from coast to coast
Why y'all thought that we some hoes
Bitch, you know I'm never cold, I keep a coat to hide the pole

All y'all like this dick ridin', I can't fuck with all these trolls
We the ones that come and fry them up, turn they brain into toast
Then turn to ghost
Yeah, what you talkin' bout

Dissin' on the guys we stick outside your fuckin' mammy house
With this jewelry, even when I sit down, know I'm standin' out
In the SRT, bro, swervin' lanes, my niggas crashin' out
Know y'all hear that engine sound, them bitches done slid along

In the room we go off, fuck her straight to her lil' favorite song
Acapella bullets, make this chopper do a sing-along
All you hear is pop, pop, pop, till a body drop
Them sirens know that's the cops, you flee the scene where he got popped

Talkin' to my gun, bout when I'm ready to catch a body
Runnin' through my mind, a bunch of motherfuckin' homies
Talkin' to my gun, bout when I'm ready to catch a body
Runnin' through my mind, a bunch of motherfuckin' homies

Pop out floodin they whole block, we finna sink up they whole boat
Pussy boy gon' end up missin' if he diss in one more post
I come in like I'm runnin' shit, they must've thought that I'm a host
Two on one, we skunkin' shit, these bullets go from coast to coast

Why y'all thought that we some hoes
Bitch, you know I'm never cold, I keep a coat to hide the pole
All y'all life is dick ridin', I can't fuck with all these trolls
We the ones that come and fry them up, turn they brain into toast

Then turn to ghost