Coach me, Joey
Ayy, R. I. P. my nigga Luke, man Jose the Plug
Usually niggas make a sad song when they lose somebody, Ima turn up for you
You know Courville, it aint too far from Whittier, you feel me? Joey
Free them boys, yeah
Ayy, coupes for the summer, nine hundred for the runners
Catch a bitch stealin plays, Ima punt her
Yeah, my niggas back, bitch, Im still into frontin
Yeah, my youngins strapped, throw a couple in her bundle
Aint no hoes gettin spared, Golden Sun for the kit
All the polos came from meds, I got brothers in the feds
I got niggas doin life, sent a couple down in Houston
Joe, but they aint movin pints, 35 a pound of ice
Nigga, light this bitch up
Heard a nigga hatin on me, Ill wipe his bitch buffs
Pay that ho to suck dick, bro, dont like how she fuck
If she aint switchin, I aint with it, heard he snitchin, but he aint livin
Thats on my nigga
Yeah, the prices goin up on the features
If she aint suckin dick, baby, Im gone, but nice to meet you
Bitch, the whole team ballin, used to sit inside the bleachers
They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up ayy, coach me, Joey
Ill light this bitch up like its Christmastime light it up
Had a couple million dollars fore I spit a rhyme facts
Had a couple Rollies blown fore they knew the time blown
I just put it on a bag, I dont know the time dont know it
Bitch, you must like when you struggle
The prices goin up, shit, I like it when I double
If you trickin, we can juggle on the prices for the summer
Imagine flying coach, bitch, you used to be a stuffer bitch
Left wrist is froze up, all white, my rose buffs
They cant control us, big Benz and Rolls trucks
Huh, spend a million on a crib
If a nigga talk crazy, we gon pop up where he live bitch
Yeah, the prices goin up on the features
If she aint suckin dick, baby, Im gone, but nice to meet you
Bitch, the whole team ballin, used to sit inside the bleachers
They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up ayy
Long sleeves for the winter, eleven hundred just on dinner
You gon cuff? What you gon do?, Ima spin her yeah
Tell her fuck one of my niggas, we dont trust none of these bitches
Put my trust inside this pistol, we gon bust one of you niggas bitch
Ayy, aint gotta wait, you know we got the cake talk to em
I get one-twenty every day, my plug named Dr. Dre
Bitch, you can hear a pin drop when I cop the K we solid
Im sendin niggas to the stars, and I aint got a Wraith we outta there
But this Benz got two seats, and it aint got no plates come on
They both friends, they two freaks, and they aint got no waist I love you
Dont do Xans, off two Ps, I think Im outer space yeah
Rockin Chanel, thats two Cs, we rollin anyway
Yeah, the prices goin up on the features
If she aint suckin dick, baby, Im gone, but nice to meet you
Bitch, the whole team ballin, used to sit inside the bleachers
They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up
Well light this bitch up, Ill light this bitch up