Three 6 Mafia

Coach Me Joey
MIA JayC
Huh, yeah, yeah
Hmm, alright, alright

You cut up on this one, JayC

Huh, tryna play me like a hoe
I ain't havin' that, I just wanna fuck the bitch
You can have her after that

I'm just tryna run this music shit, I been had the trap
I be makin' double what it cost so I don't have to tax
Askin' me for money all the time, I still give it
My mind be tellin' me to say no, I still did it
A lot of niggas prayin' that I lose, I'm still winnin
Couple niggas really wanna kill me, I'm still livin

Put mo hoes in a bag than Saint Nick
Your hoe a goer, nigga, I don't want that skank bitch
Ain't gotta say shit, these VVs, you can't miss
Plug with the mafia, they think I'm Trey Six
Can you turn this up?
Fifty in a day, I done seen it
They was sleep on me till I pulled up in they dream whip
Beat a bitch down, let her shop out of Neiman's
They don't want beef, yeah, I think these niggas vegan

My lil' nigga work for Gary, he a ice a nigga
Just like human trafficking, I'm tryna buy a nigga
I ain't want to hit his hoe, I just don't like the nigga
I'm finna send it through the air, I don't like drivin' wit it
Free Shiesty
I just snuck my gun inside the club, piss me off
And I a fuck on every hoe you love
Niggas broke as hell, they done voted Biden over Trump
I was runnin' niggas' hoes before I ran into the plug

I spent twelve hundred cash on these new blickies
I let chops flash, nigga, I don't do pictures
Need one fifty for a ball, no hoop shit
Named my bloid vein Killer, cause he shoot shit
Get niggas laminated, put some wholes in 'em till he see through
Man of steel, I keep iron on me like a nigga wrinkled
From the Six, but keep the fi on me like I came from Fenkell
I'll get yo' ass scratched off like you got shingles

You can feel the bullets flyin' through the air, Bennie Sigel
I know I can get a bird out in Philly like the Eagles
That ain't yo' hoe, she on my finsta eating dick like she single
We got Hellcat Strikers and my passenger the Reaper

I got dog shit tucked, half dirty, half legal
Good hearted nigga still a get you killed, half evil
Showin' yo' hand, boy, you bout to crash out, Don Cheadle
Tent dark, on a whip, you can't see me, John Cena

Made a sixty last month, ain't seen that shit since I made it
If this shit on the floor, yo' shit gone on the pavement
Put up a hundred last week, shit, I feel like Will Chamberlain
They can give me the book before I ever write a statement

Take a nigga bitch heard he don't know what to do with it
Million Man March a hoe, you don't know who hit it
You the type to get yo' shit snatched and get blew with it
Deuce handin' spankers out, bitch, I got two switches