Letra de Coast 2 Coast - Lil Baby

(Feat. Bally Baby, Fatt Smaxk)

(Mama

Zachary making beats again)

Finesse the bank or make a song or a swing a door, that's how it go

Blood, sweat and tears, I got two kids, that's what I hustle for

You know damn well we did that first, I just ain't pressed to post

Four thousand a bottle on cough syrup, I better not catch a cold

He ready to kill about this ho, I never touched her, though

Middle of my hood, a tank top on, I got the muscle, bro

My teacher used to treat me like her son, she knew I was selling dope

I went to prison and broke her heart, I made it, she comment on every post

Me, Rylo, Veeze and Lil Dann The Man, we the Fantastic Four

How you wait this late to be a gangster? Nigga, you too old

Lil DT know I love his ass to death, trapped out his mama house

Lil D had went to prison, I still was hiding shit in his mama house

Mack had died, that shit be having me sick, going to his mama house

How these niggas be claiming they run the city, but they don't be running 'round?

Boxes coming coast to coast

Too rich for the smoke

I told the opps to let it go—, yeah

Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred

Got addicted to the motion, every day, it's coming

Yeah—, yeah

I'm tryna make a half a ticket

I ain't tripping if it ain't work

When you spend this type of paper

Trapping man gong come to your door

They know we been had the ups

Nigga, bet' start keeping score

Fuck you gong do with a plug?

Know these niggas pissy poor

Bro came on a yellow truck

Power plays all the way out in Milwaukee

They pay major bucks

Never had a plug or sold a load?

Can't relate to us

Twin, get off your ass and take a chance, you'll probably run it up

Yeah—, okay 

Bro put the trust in the mail

Dummy check done broke his heart

I been taking hoes down by the twos

Just like Noah's Arc

In the trap, tryna swing a door

'Til the hinges fall apart

Fine shit know I be getting paper

She want me pay for her car

Yeah, I lost Nick and two cups, then lost score, still ain't had time to cope

Numb my pain with drank, run from my problems, got me beating the road

I got rich from taking risks

I turned up from flushing 'bows

I been getting my game from Wham

Ain't nothing bigger than the 4s

Boxes coming coast to coast

Roo rich for the smoke

I told the opps to let it go—, yeah

Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred

Got addicted to the motion, every day, it's coming

Yeah—, (Now)

Racks busting out my pocket like a nigga won two settlements

White and red, bitches

On my dick

I went peppermint

Fish bowl when I ride through the city, lil' nigga, I don't need no fucking tint

Clutching on that fire

Wrong move

Now you heaven sent

They don't even know I'm a rapper, but J still

Think I got glass on me

In the HOV lane

Getting some neck

Throwing up Zone 3

Nigga tryna steal my sound, make my young nigga, pull up, hop out, shoot you in the knee

All these boxes on the floor, I'm kicking these bitches around like Bruce Lee

Uh-huh, yeah, huh, , fucking bitch, he don't need no fefe

Letter to my old ho, your new nigga'll never be me

Nigga be asking for shit and I ain't even been a millionaire for a whole week

I'm in this ho with bars, only 3 nigga that got this drop

Boxes coming coast to coast

Too rich for the smoke

I told the opps to let it go—, yeah

Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred

Got addicted to the motion, every day, it's coming

Yeah—, yeah

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