Coast/ Clear

Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a banger

[Kirk Knight]

Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah

If you thuggin' from the struggle, 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 struggle, put a toast in the air

Pop out, watch 'em all stare

You a cop-out, you should grow a pair

[Joey Bada$$]

Gang with me in this bitch, ain't no fear, woah (No fear)

Push me to the edge and bitch I won't spare none

Get shot down (Shot), beat ya block down (Block)

Said I'm ridin' round the city with my top down

Gang 'round me like a forcefield

We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth meal

Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork still

Ballin' now, lil' bitch, I must be on my fourth mill', yeah

I'm just livin' life like I'm supposed to, yeah

First class, sippin' on mimosas, yeah

Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah

When you makin' bread, you need a toaster, yeah

[Meechy Darko]

I just fucked your girl, I should've posted it

Text me the addy then I floated there

Tongue out, Jordan on the open lane

Thug it out, . 40 with the scope and beam

Don't make me have to leave it smokin', yeah

Dead, soakin' red

Paranoia, don't get close to me

I don't even trust the niggas close to me

[Kirk Knight]

Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah

If you thuggin' from the struggle, 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 struggle, put a toast in the air

Pop out, watch 'em all stare

You a cop-out, you should grow a pair

[Zombie Juice]

Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air

You know that I want it, baby, bring that pussy here

Hop out, you can smell it in the air

Touch down, every city coast clear

[Erick The Architect]

Flatbush nigga, trap, trap out on Nostrand, yeah

Relatively, catch me where I'm posted, yeah

Fuck from 'round me if you 'bout that ho shit

My lil' baby jumpin' like a ocean, yeah

[Issa Gold]

Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast

I'ma bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke

We been bustin' rubber bands, lighters up at the shows

Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos

Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my strap

Niggas steppin' up to Joey, he don't even gotta scrap

Pow P, that's my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC

Z-O-M-B, y'all my niggas 'til the death, that's on my back

[Nyck Caution]

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, UA with me, and the Pros here, yeah

[Kirk Knight]

Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah

If you thuggin' from the struggle, 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 struggle, put a toast in the air

Pop out, watch 'em all stare

You a cop-out, you should grow a pair