Trae Tha Truth - Coast to Coast lyrics

[Hook - 2x] Coast to coast block to block, city to city and rock for rock Coast to coast block to block, city to city and rock for rock (hood to hood gang to gang, gangstas out here doing they thang On they block trying to get they change, keeping them haters out they range) [Diamond] Hit n***as the realest, from west Tex to NY Spit it, from Best I to C-H-I For the motherf**ing gangstas, and all them n***as with the throwbacks Keeping these n***as up on they toes, till the do' stack Lace tracks and I rope the block, and switch whips like a parking lot and then I park the drop Pick up cash and mark the spot, and move do' like a armored truck I got n***as that'll stash the dope, ese partnas that'll slash your throat Get stashed in the back of a boat with a knife and slug in the back of your coat, if you brag or you boast Moving from coast to coast block to block, city to city and rock for rock We international drug smugglers, and give a f** if you like it or not Pyrex in a pot got the hood on lock, got the streets on blaze no sleep for days The world in a daze and the fiends amazed, first one in line when the fiends get paid n***a how you think the crib look so damn laid, how you think I'm pushing a quarter to eight I'm a jazzy b**h and I'm in love with the do', and every n***a I know in love with the dro Some go for blow some pop X, bring me the cash don't take no checks Pack my tech strap my vest, give it to you raw if a n***a want plex Bet a b**h won't flex and cross me wrong, cause your girl got heat not just for the song I'm a b**h to the bone international, ship weight all the way to the capital [Hook - 2x] [Trae] They don't really wanna know, how the f** I feel Cause Trae, will put em back up in a zone For the hood that I roam, I'll run up on a n***a like what it was And dump, till I hit him with the chrome They don't wanna get it on, cause I promise I'm raw with mine Pocket full of stones, like a king that's underground A.B.N. gang, so you haters move around King of the streets, I'll put you up under mine Get out of line, and I can show you who the Truth is Everybody, wanna know about Trae Get a clip for the K, in the back For the work on the block, I can show a n***a crime pay Better get up out the way, me and Diamond coming up right behind em Pulling up in a slab, with fifth wheels reclining Best not to try em, homie I can remind em f** around with me, and I promise they'd never find em They wanna doubt, but I prove a n***a wrong Whoop n***as a**, like Shot whip zones Rip n***as up, like I rip songs In a black whip, with the top of it gone You see, I'm Screwed Up Click for life Fat Pat, and the H.A.W.K Keke Po-Yo and the rest of the squad, some ride red some ride blue-grey Who is the Truth that gotta be Trae, either way it go n***as know I don't play Southwest be the only place I'ma stay, burner in reach wherever that I'ma lay Coast to coast ghetto to ghetto, better know I'm a a**hole type fellow Hit em from the jump till my hands say let go, Texas n***a and that I'ma let show [Hook - 2x] [Diamond] Down with Trae to hit the tre with the yay, and they know we got it raw got em sitting sideways Seats laid back with the boys in a daze, sip a lil' drank with a lil' bit of haze Never leave the house without some'ing to blaze, got the hood sitting still like cars at fo' ways My boy Big Dame can get it in fo' ways, I'm a D3 repper I do it to get paid More work than old slaves so I hit the block with some'ing hot, anybody try to jack get popped with some'ing hot I do it for the hood so you know it don't stop, from the H to the flats in the Lex or the drop We hit a lot of blocks so the wrist stay icey, couldn't care less that the bops don't like me Studio tonight so you know we getting icey, and this is where we going with the work you can find me [Hook - 2x]