Coach
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(What you) (What you) (What you) (What you) (What you) What you on boy I been about dat Came up off the Floor wit Coach We was getting to That bag had a Scale on the floor Weighing options getting smacked I just did the math Now you do the Math ain't no cap Putting numbers on the Jumbotron just copped the Season pass let me Through you don't get A pass scooch to the Back Yankee Doodle I'm A fool widdit off The backboard had to Make her make it Clap turn the lights Off put ya phone Down chat me face To face I don't Do the snap making Money on the books Now I don't gotta Trap no more making Rap dollars making rappers Look bad boy I'm Sticking to the code Sticking to the stats Where you from Who you know How you got Where you going Gimme mine and some Of yours well of Course I'm the boss Big in charge blowing Smoke out backwood cigars (Oi!) Make sure that You the one throwing The strikes and not The one that's getting struck (Oi!) What you on boy I been about dat Came up off the Floor wit coach We was getting to That bag had a Scale on the floor Weighing options getting smacked I just did the math Now you do the Math ain't no cap (Oi!) You don't get a Bonus if you owe Me break a bone Like a loan shark Wreck on purpose like Bumper cars heehaw Nascar Ski doo jet ski It's method attached to This amount of technique It's called finessing better Go get you some Wit godspeed who you Know that could pull Off what I do Without getting arrested It's not always about Flexing 'imma come all The way clean had To learn that lesson Without giving a fuck What yall think Money team green boston Jordan 14 last pair Of kicks my father Bought me I'm so Important since they laid His ashes to rest In the ocean I been focus wallah Magic when you cut From a different fabric It's a fact that I'm reeking havoc I'm not an actor I'm a magnet and attractive What you on boy I been about dat (Oi!) What you on boy I been about dat (Aye) What you on boy I been about dat (Aye) What you on boy I been about dat (Oi!) What you on boy I been about dat Came up off the Floor wit Coach We was getting to That bag had a Scale on the floor Weighing options getting smacked I just did the math Now you do the Math ain't no cap Dial them digits in That calculator calibrate The data back to Zero came from the Bottom through the backdoor Beast mode ain't afraid Of the smoke each Load cost a little bit More my price is As low as it Go G-baby Gvvaan stuck Like glue to the G-code don't play wit Me this ain't no Musical keep it subtle That'll be suitable get Off the stage and Get on wit the Show blow the spot Up on memorial day On way out we Sent him on his Way to an appointment At the pearly gates I know a nigga That thought he was Tony Montana that Debo'd A break to the Face don't lose ya Mind over the fame It ain't even worth it (Aye) This shit is a circus (Aye) Not giving these niggas no Mercy only doctors and nurses (Aye) Blessings and curses (Aye) Fund the funeral service (Aye) Just to get a good Look at the body Before they throw it In the furnace (Oi!)
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:52
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 136 BPM