(Coach me, Joey)
Ayy, R.I.P. my nigga Luke, man (Jose the Plug)
Usually niggas make a sad song when they lose somebody, I'ma turn up for you
You know Courville, it ain't 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, I'ma punt her
Yeah, my niggas back, bitch, I'm still into frontin'
Yeah, my youngins strapped, throw a couple in her bundle
Ain't 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 ain't movin' pints, 35 a pound of ice
Nigga, light this bitch up
Heard a nigga hatin' on me, I'll wipe his bitch buffs
Pay that ho to suck dick, bro, don't like how she fuck
If she ain't switchin', I ain't with it, heard he snitchin', but he ain't livin'
That's on my nigga
Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features
If she ain't suckin' dick, baby, I'm 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
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up (ayy, coach me, Joey)
I'll light this bitch up like it's 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 don't know the time (don't 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 can't 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 ain't suckin' dick, baby, I'm 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
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up (ayy)
Long sleeves for the winter, 11-hundred just on dinner
You gon' cuff? (What you gon' do?), I'ma spin her (yeah)
Tell her fuck one of my niggas, we don't trust none of these bitches
Put my trust inside this pistol, we gon' bust one of you niggas (bitch)
Ayy, ain't 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)
I'm sendin' niggas to the stars, and I ain't got a Wraith (we outta there)
But this Benz got two seats, and it ain't got no plates (come on)
They both friends, they two freaks, and they ain't got no waist (I love you)
Don't do Xans, off two P's, I think I'm outer space (yeah)
Rockin' Chanel, that's two C's, we rollin' anyway
Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features
If she ain't suckin' dick, baby, I'm 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
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up, I'll light this bitch up