Coast/Clear (feat. Kirk Knight, Nyck Caution & Issa Gold)

Got the beat by Powers
 And we just made a banger
 Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
 If you thugging 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 thugging 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 riding 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 living life like I'm supposed to, yeah
 First class, sipping on mimosas, yeah
 Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah
 When you making 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 smoking, yeah
 Dead, soaking 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 thugging 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 thugging 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 jumping 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 busting 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 stepping 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 thugging 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 thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
 Pop out, watch 'em all stare
 You a cop-out, you should grow a pair