Juice Wrld - The Coast lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD] Thirty M's, thirty M's, thirty Dirty soda, brand new coat Brand new coat, brand new Yeah, I like that sh*t Uh, dirty soda, in the coat Brand new soda Uh, dirty soda, need a coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Dirty soda in a coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola You know her? [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I got dirty soda with no coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Where she from? She say, "The coast" She get wetter than a boat That lil' ho gon' do the most In that pussy, I'ma float I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast Keep the tags on my clothes [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] In the kitchen cooking brack in the ho I grip the K, get it brackin' lil' ho You gon' need more than a napkin, ho I'ma pull up, leave the casket closed Actin' ratchet with a ratchet ho I need some brain from a ratchet ho Slurp on my dick, b*tch, Danimals Show me that you a animal [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Shoes, super rare, VVS, solar flare (Yeah) Chopper like a magic trick, it make 'em disappear (Yeah, yeah) Get it? Crystal clear, realest ni**a in the area I see some scary ni**as, but I'm scarier b*tch, I'm a dog, Juice WRLD terrier Shoot him in the brain, that look terrible I told his mom, the news was unbearable I will embarrass you, walk in the bank and embarrass you I spent five thousand on tennis shoes I'ma pull up on his avenue, grrah, grrah, grrah Shoot a few times, yeah, that'll do "Live Life," ink on my hands, new tattoo Used to do Xans in the back of the classroom Now I'm too rich, off the Percs, feelin' radical That shotgun'll tear 'em in half like a decimal .40 with a dick, show you what the erection do Shoot up your section, cardiac arresting you Taking your revenue That heavy metal will stick you like crackers stickin' to they schedules Only wanna fu*k on a b*tch if she yellow Used to play the corners like a motherfu*king cello, yeah [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Polo G] I got dirty soda with no coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Where she from? She say, "The coast" She get wetter than a boat That lil' ho gon' do the most In that pussy, I'ma float I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast (Uh, uh, uh) Keep the tags on my clothes [Verse 2: Polo G] Pull up, new coupe Right in your hood, I cruise through Might hit they block with a few troops b*tch, this is a Glock not a deuce deuce Get off his body, we nailed him I heard that boy was a loose screw So hot, ain't sh*t you could tell him Number one trending on YouTube (Uh) My money longer like Uzi Treat her like a groupie, I do what I want I guarantee she wanna do me And that's 'cause I'm drippin' in new Saint Laurent Them snakes like to lurk in the grass So you better be careful, and mow your lawn My homie died, I'm disrespectful Might dig up they mans just to roll up his blunt I look at the opps like a comedy We just say less, let the choppers speak I come from one of the hottest streets 'Cause we on the back by the parlor seat A b*tch ni**a play, he get rocked to sleep Now I got blood on my Prada sneaks Takedown gang and this Glock was free Reach for the chain and it's R.I.P, oh, oh Money to make like the [?] of me I told my bae it's hard not to cheat Feel like real love an anomaly 'Cause I'm used to lovin' so toxically It's either that or I'm selfish But I only want your heart, no one elses Knew you was gon' switch up, I felt it Now I'm addicted to drugs, can't help it [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I got dirty soda with no coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Where she from? She say, "The coast" She get wetter than a boat That lil' ho gon' do the most In that pussy, I'ma float I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast Keep the tags on my clothes [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] In the kitchen cooking brack in the ho I grip the K, get it brackin' lil' ho You gon' need more than a napkin, ho I'ma pull up, leave the casket closed Actin' ratchet with a ratchet ho I need some brain from a ratchet ho Slurp on my dick, b*tch, Danimals Show me that you a animal DELETE Kick, push, cracked like Lupe, shorty These ni**a my sons, I need Maury