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(The Coal Cash Collection)
Why y'all believe these niggas?
I don't even wanna see these niggas
I never wanna be these niggas
I'm in the coupe, finna leave these niggas
I'm in the mood, tryna see who with it
After we do it, act like we ain't did it
This dick, she immediately miss it, huh
Yo bitch gon' need new extensions, huh
F&N, I don't need no extension, huh
If you owe me, you don't get no extension, huh
Papa told me get a job with a pension, no
I'm a motherfucking star and I'm finna glow
In a motherfucking car where the engine roar
I'm the plug, you a fucking extension cord
RIP [?] you know that I miss you, boy
RIP Dex, you know that I miss you, boy
RIP [?], you know that I miss you, boy
We some legends on the West, do yo history, boy, yeah
We some legends over here, do yo history, boy
Posted up on the West, Rube Goldberg
Jumped in head first, wasn't no air
ShittyBoyz broke? That's like me with no hair
Every time my boys hit the road, I say a long prayer
Made five, it ain't even three o'clock
Bro say he can't feel his soul off the three of Wock'
Bet you bro'll make his soul vanish if he see a opp
Like a fat Japanese nigga, know I keep the chop
Learned every single scam, bitch, I'm bored now
Scammed the coach, that's really when the sports stopped
Survive a headshot? Boy, of course not
You better off tryna make a full court shot
Spin God, hit her with a 360, easy
Told her I was loyal, can't believe the bitch believe me
Dead stock walker in these 350 Yeezys
You couldn't ride this wave if you was 360Jeezy
Bitch, I grind from twelve to twelve o'clock
Till I got ten in these pants, I can't leave the block
See y'all came food gang ballin', think a nigga [?]
Where I'm from, we grab the chop soon as we hear a knock
Let the money talk, I don't do arguments
Bitch stuck-up, she don't even take compliments
Said I ain't shit and I took it as a compliment
I ain't even mean to hit yo bitch, bro, it was a accident
Getting top in the coupe, tryna avoid a accident
Tryna run off with my balls, yeah, that bitch was travelling
We going back and forth like we, uh, battling
I can't do no [?] yeah, you a tattletale
Eight niggas with me so that's nine beams
Ball like a opal, throw my ass up on MyTEAM
Feel addicted to the cards, I'm a slide fiend
Stuck to Ben Frank, feel like me and dawg Siamese
Kung Fu Panda, I done brought the chop through
Shoot thunder bolts like Zeus, let 'em shock you
BabyTron and me, that's the top two
Killed twenty-five songs straight, I just dropped nuke
You tryna ball on my team? You better off tryna stop, dude
Only three niggas fuck with me, I'm the top two
That was yo mans swiping shit, that was not you
She ain't [?] tied in [?]
[?] mongoose, in yo bitch tonsils
Get bread like Hansel and Gretel
Bitch, you are never
Bitch, I won't settle for nothing
Touch one my brothers and I'm coming, for real
Huh, one me, one stick versus two of them
Come on, dawg, now what you think I'll do to them?
Jamming in the store, told the clerk I'm late to U of M
Money on the floor, I'm hitting hoes with elusive spins
In a opp house shooting scenes, MTV Cribs
Put that Scat in that crib, boy, that's [?] shit
On the 'Gram stressing? Boy, you need a cig
Get screwed with the chop, bitch, I'ma lean with it
ShittyBoyz ain't winning? Boy, put that down that blunt
Look at homegrown, nigga, what's in them Runtz?
You still looking ass, nigga, what do you punch?
Just got a new BIN, looking like what's for lunch?
Police can't touch me, I blast and I'm lucky
That bitch don't love me, him first then fuck me
Cold heart, don't trust me, no
Hit a lick at the casino
Hit West before this thing close
Throw it up like Marino
Let it fall like Halloween ghost
I'm Scarface, you Pacino
I'm him him like Pacino
Like Pacino, huh, huh, yeah
Why y'all believe these niggas?
I don't even see these niggas
I never wanna be these niggas, huh
I'm in the coupe, finna leave these niggas, bitch
Writer(s): Brook Rowland, Marcus Coleman Black
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