CoachDaGhost - Final Warning lyrics

[Intro: CoachDaGhost] I might just pull up with Freshy, chessy (ThatboyStats) sh*t'll get messy Bag his head, so it's next to jets 6.27, M.I.S., we the best, see? You get got for dissin', we ain't politickin' See us workin' hard, that's 'cause we got a mission For all the nights we had frostbite Gettin high, spittin' rhymes in my mama's kitchen [Verse 1: Freshy DaGeneral & CoachDaGhost] Shine, lights off for the B, lil' 'queeze on the side You already know, got a beam to the side If the opps pull up, put some heat to the ride Tuck the whole grip, I'm a demon with mine Same ni**as sayin', "Can I get a piece of thе pie?" Backdoor, boy you know Cho three with nine If we maskеd up, they don't know who did it Every ni**a talk, now we gotta get it I don't give a fu*k this pain, gotta feel it And I swear we pushin' ni**as to this limit I ain't givin' passes, anybody get it Throw that boy a mask, everybody spinnin' [Verse 2: CoachDaGhost] Just make sure that y'all keep the same energy All my opps soft, I know they remember me Shots on shots like I'm sponsored by Hennessy (Rrah, rrah) I'm hot, they not, but they feelin' me (I'm hot) I got GD's jacking me in Tennessee (Twirl, twirl) Just for free you could turn to a memory ni**a, please when my killers grieve You the first one to plead, you won't get to squeeze I hit Freshy like, "Brodie, I think it's time" (What's cho'ing on?) They don't like it, but soon they gon' get in line And you know we the Choo, we the ghost And if numbers don't lie (Cho that, Cho that), can I ask, "is you ni**as blind"? Trigger finger itchin', I don't shoot from distance 2020 vision, no, you won't let it shine (Nope) If you step, we gon' slide, put your lights out Back-to-back drills, so you know we got nice routes (Skrrt, skrrt) Matter of fact, we gon' purge, leave 'em wiped out Better not be thinkin' 'bout pullin' no knife out Smash the treesh off the party on me She keep starin' at all of my teeth 'cause they iced out (Why?) Then I'm all in her cheeks, give her back to the streets Now she callin' my phone, tell her, "Pipe down" [Verse 3: Freshy DaGeneral] When they see us, put your jokes to the side 'Cause they know I go when the folks in the ride On my side, bro, you better not creep Them ni**as tryna hide, we will not see It don't really take too much for us to leave Came with three shooters, we ain't come to creep Look, got Coach on the side Hit 'em, then we Ghost First ni**a move, turn his ass to toast, we ain't playin' wit' 'em If we're throwin' shots, the opps' playin' wit' 'em If that's your mans, then you ain' layin' with him Brodie gotta ball, watch you wit' that shot That sh*t ain't a warnin', he was tryna bounce So you know we scored He ain't die today, he die by the morning [Verse 4: CoachDaGhost] He got hit in his head, he was flossin' (Rrah) Caution, since we livin' (Woo K), righteous walkin' (Hah) You nauseous, sick of seein' all these dead opps In my dream, I can still hear them coughing It's the forfeit, racks not important Not surprised, I closed my eyes and see coffins Now that we ball, we gon' treat it like Spalding (Twril, twril) Talkin' money, only way we indulgin' (Shine) I told Chody just watch for informants (Watch 'em) Kid you not, i'ma give them a warnin' (Warning) Earn your spot, got a focus on guap But just stay with your shotgun, soon you gon' be tourin' Ten toes, stay down, now we all win If we shoot, just be cool, we not fools 'Cause them cameras might work, be easy when you tossin' (Be Easy) Say my name, I can't wait 'til I off 'em (Can't wait) On our way to the top, we on offense Now we shine so bright, plus the time feel right I remember days when it was pourin' (I remember) Check that boy, you see me really scorin' Can't compete with them Cho boys Need a Rolls Royce (Skrrt), so I can do the cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt) 6.27 the set, why would I lie? M.I.S. on the flesh, then it's my guy (My guy) Got me sighin', I'm sorry If we see a threat in this party, his ass goin' bye-bye (Rrah, rrah, bye-bye) He got hit wit' lead, paint the picture red As he slowly bled from his māthā (Māthā) It was understood, that ain't gotta be said Me and Freshy fled, we like shottas (Shottas) (How you know?) Now we got a new pack, the type you gotta mix with grabba We still ride with a few straps, I guess that they knew that The big influence come proper The chosen child, the rap doctor If you don't believe it, check the roster Shine