Exile - Coa$tin/If You Really Think About It lyrics

[Pre-Hook] I tell her pop that p**y for a real n***a I ain't tryna sound co*ky and boast but yo girl I'm too hot, take me out of the toaster I'm toasted, let's toast to the poetry I put in motion Puff, puff on the doja Listening to Frank Ocean Girl this ain't a ride, this more like rollercoaster sh**… and I'm COA$TIN, I'm COA$TIN, I'm COA$TIN, I'm COA$TIN [Hook] She got a wide jaw cause of me I hit it like a dog off the tree The whip filling up with fog, she got a feeling in her heart I ain't the n***a that you thought I would be, that you thought I would be And girl I bet I ain't the n***a that you thought I would be, that you thought I would be (x2) [Verse 1 (Coa$tin)] Boy you trippin, this dick, Imma' give her I stand and deliver like neo-natal Flow is fatal I flip all the weight, move it like hot potato You calling her baby? I'm robbin ya cradle We'll leave you with Halos when doing the most b**h I Master the Chief and pull up in the Ghost Like the phantom was working out Said she got a job? I got that hoe working now Popped a blue dolphin, said she got a porpoise now FL Lotto, explain how yo flow is so perfect now Her bra off so fast and her panties and shorts is down How she give it up like Dave Chappelle b**h Her head game so crazy she gon need a helmet You f** with my cake and I'm turning yours into red velvet Ha, I hit her pelvis, her girlfriends all jealous I'm in the building, the opposite of Elvis [Verse 2 (If You Really Think About It)] I walked up in the party and got this sh** jumping, Isaiah Ryder Or Harold Minor I cause a climate change and now a couple G's sitting behind her Shatter the color of apple cider Smoked out of a gla** crafted in China, by three blind men using a rhino horn Rhymes ain't hard to find unlike a unicorn Due to p**n, i got a foreign taste in what I do to who*es I mean you can't even sleep on me with chloroform And I can't sleep either until EVERY award is worn Around my neck, not a skater but I could flip what I got on deck and Never dap me up with your left hand I wanted some lid so dipped to a broad crib Got up in her house and had her moaning like she haunted Swear these b**hes only want dick I had her moaning, had her moaning like she haunted Swear to God, yo, these b**hes only want dick b**h I got that pressure like a pinched nerve Survival of the fittest, I ain't talking bout a finch bird Revive em with the writtens, all action like its strict verbs Keep the Mac up on him like he coming outta Pittsburgh Mixed words, kicks dir-ty, flow purty boy you know that I run these streets I got six vir-gins looking squirrelly cause they are tryna gets my nuts in they cheeks And its finna be a thump when we meet She can feel it in her lungs when I skeet She just fill it up with rum, let me feel up on her rump Put in my thumb, when she drunk, she a freak Sheesh [Hook] If you really think about it I'm the man If you really talking ba**, then you know I got bands If you really think about it, you don't really want no problems cause you really don't, really don't want these hands If you really think about it, think about it