Beast Coast feat. Joey Bada$$, Flatbush Zombies, Kirk Knight, Nyck Caution & Issa Gold - Coastu002FClear Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

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

Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeahIf you thuggin` from the struggle, go 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, go 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 fearin`, woah (no fear)
Push me to the edge and bitch I won`t spend none
Get shot down (shot), beat ya block down (blaow)
Said I`m ridin` round the city with my top down
Gang round me like a force field
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 mil, yeah
I`m just livin` life like I`m supposed to, yeah
First class, sippin` the 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
Tongue out, Jordan on a open lean
Drug it out, .40 with the scope & 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, go 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, go 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, trappin` out in Nostrand, yeah
Relatively, catch me but I`m posted, yeah
Fuck from round me if you `bout that hoe shit, yeah
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, vámanos
Keep my dogs in attack, and my arm on my strap
Niggas steppin` up to Joey he ain`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 & the Pros here, yeah

Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin` from the struggle, go 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, go put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch `em all stare
You a cop out, you should grow a pair