Beast Coast - Coast/Clear lyrics

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Beast Coast - Coast/Clear lyrics

Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a banger [Kirk Knight] Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' 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 thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair [Joey Bada$$] Gang with me in this b**h, ain't no fear, woah (No fear) Push me to the edge and b**h I won't spare none Get shot down (Shot), beat ya block down (Block) Said I'm ridin' 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' b**h, I must be on my fourth mill', yeah I'm just livin' life like I'm supposed to, yeah First cla**, sippin' on mimosas, yeah Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah When you makin' bread, you need a toaster, yeah [Meechy Darko] I just f**ed 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 smokin', yeah Dead, soakin' red Paranoia, don't get close to me I don't even trust the n***as close to me [Kirk Knight] Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' 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 thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair [Zombie Juice] Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air You know that I want it, baby, bring that p**y here Hop out, you can smell it in the air Touch down, every city coast clear [Erick The Architect] Flatbush n***a, trap, trap out on Nostrand, yeah Relatively, catch me where I'm posted, yeah f** from 'round me if you 'bout that ho sh**, yeah My lil' baby jumpin' like a ocean, yeah [Issa Gold] Cheers to the coast, raise a gla** for the toast I'ma bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke We been bustin' rubber bands, lighters up at the shows n***a flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my strap n***as steppin' 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 n***as 'til the d**h, that's on my back [Nyck Caution] Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes They gon' try to cop out, f** it, I'm a pyro Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear Zombies, UA with me, and the Pros here, yeah [Kirk Knight] Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' 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 thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair