Coast 2 Coast Lyrics – Lil Baby, Bally Baby, Fatt Smaxk

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[Intro]
(Mama, that play’s making beats again)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Finesse the bank or make a song
Or a swing a door, that’s how it go
Blood, sweat and tears, I got two kids, that’s what I hustle for
You know damn well we did that first, I just ain’t pressed to post
Four thousand a bottle on cough syrup, I better not catch a cold
He ready to kill about this ho, I never touched her, though
Middle of my hood, a tank top on, I got the muscle, bro
My teacher used to treat me like her son, she knew I was selling dope

I went to prison and broke her heart, I made it, she commеnt on every post
Me, Rylo, Veezе and Lil Dan The Man, we the Fantastic Four
How you wait this late to be a gangster? N!gga, you too old
Lil DT know I love his ass to death, trapped out his mama house
Lil D had went to prison, I still was hiding s*it in his mama house
Mack had died, that s*it be having me sick, going to his mama house
How these n!ggas be claiming they run the city, but they don’t be running ’round?

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Boxes coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke
I told the opps to let it go, yeah
Bet’ go try to get you some money, n!gga, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day, it’s coming, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Bally Baby]
I’m tryna make a half a ticket, yeah
I ain’t tripping if it ain’t work
When you spend this type of paper, trapping man gon’ come to your door
They know we been had the ups, yeah, n!gga, bet’ start keeping score
Fu*k you gon’ do with a plug? Know these n!ggas pissy poor (Let’s go)
Bro came on a yellow truck (Ayy)
Power plays all the way out in Milwaukee, they pay major bucks (Ayy)
Never had a plug or sold a load? Can’t relate to us (Uh-uh)
Twin, get off your ass and take a chance, you’ll probably run it up (Ayy, get it together, n!gga)
Yeah, okay, yeah

Bro put the trust in the mail, dummy check done broke his heart, yeah
I been taking hoes down by the twos, just like Noah’s Arc (That no cap)
In the trap, tryna swing a door ’til the hinges fall apart, yeah
Fine s*it know I be getting paper, she want me pay for her car
Yeah, I lost making two cups, then lost score, still ain’t had time to cope (Ah-ah)
Numb my pain with drank, run from my problems, got me beating the road
I got rich from taking risks, I turned up from flushing bowls, yeah
I been getting my game from Wham, ain’t nothing bigger than the 4s

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Fatt Smaxk]
Boxes coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke
I told the opps to let it go, yeah
Bet’ go try to get you some money, n!gga, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day, it’s coming, yeah, yeah (Now, now)