Got to watch my back, make sure the coast clear If you thuggin' from the show, go pour the toast in the air Pop out, watch em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Got to watch my back, make sure the coast clear If you thuggin' from the show, go pour the toast in the air Pop out, watch em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Gang with me and this bitch ain't no fit Push me to the edge and bitch I won't spin Get shot down, beat your block down Said I'm ridin' round the city with my top down Gang ride me like a force field We be eatin' good, swear I must be on my fourth Call it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fourth Ballin' out, lil' bitch, I must be on my fourth I'm just livin' life like I'm supposed to First class, sippin' a mimosa Cartier, I get a real poster When you makin' bread, you need a toaster I just fucked your girl, I should've posted it Text me to add it and I floated it Tongue out, Jordan on the open land Took it out, 40 with the scope and beam Don't make me have to leave it smokin' in Dead, soakin' red Paranoia, don't get close to me I don't even trust the niggas close to me Got to watch my back, make sure the coast clear If you thuggin' from the show, go pour the toast in the air Pop out, watch em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Got to watch my back, make sure the coast clear If you thuggin' from the show, go pour the toast in the air Pop out, watch em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air You know that I want it, baby, bring that pussy here Pop out, smell it in the air Touchdown, every city coast clear Flatbush nigga, truck drive out in no string, yeah Relatively catch me when I'm postin', yeah Fuck around me if you bout that ho shit My lil' baby jumpin' like a ocean Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast I'ma bust a couple grand, know the gang like the smoke We've been bustin' rubber bands, light us up at the shows Nigga flex up on my mans, get em gone by my nose Keep my dogs in attack, and my arm on my strap Nigga steppin' up to Joey, he don't even got a strap Pile P, that's my slap, Kirk and Nicky grip the map See yo' envy out my nigga, till the death that's on my back Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes They gon' try to cop out, fuck it, I'm a pyro Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear Zombies, you ain't with me in the pros here, yeah Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' from the show, go 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 show, go put a toast in the air Pop out, watch em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair You a cop out, you should grow a pair