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Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a banger 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 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 I just fucked your girl, I should've posted it Text me the addy then I floated there Letras de cancionesTongue 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 From Letras Mania