Lyrics Coastin' 2 - J Fado

Yo, baby I′ma blow your back out, fuck your teeth, tap out
Put you in position spin around counting man now
I know I've been ghost for a minute but I′m back now
Coming for it proper I don't need a fucking ando
Nah watch me do this on my ones
Fuck a label give me seven figures or I'm gone
I had their advanced money when I was kid at 18
Talk wallet to me brother oh it′s long you know what I′m on

Stack bread get your bands up bro
Hey I can't hear shit bloody bankrupt
Feds pull the whip talking straps put your hands up
Officer I don′t know shit why you mad 'cause
I ain′t impressed by that road life act
On all dawns running out to really shot an let it clap but
I don't even have to do none of that
So much money in the bank from my verse on that track

Yo, I get caught while your here on a kid four
I got one girl body create I hit that shit rock
Big toes what I′m gonna do when I hit doors
Off in the scene come back and I mix more
Time, every lyric's on time
Flows too clean they can never sound like that guy
Oh my I've been feeling like I′m winning so fly
Still I′m only getting started oh my, oh my, oh my

I came in the game hit a milli quick
Trap on my level took a break now I'm killing this
Back for my future for the fame couldn′t give a shit
I just need racks in a safe and the biggest whips
There's nobody like me in my hometown
Wonder how I do it not kid bitch I grow now
I slow now pace is back on watch me go now
Track off the track I ain′t stopping 'til I blow now whoa
Licked another flow unique I heard they wanna do me
Like your brother who′s in
My life suck a movie I'm active I don't do sleep
Grinding be the motive only on it if it suits me
I′ll be making moves, going stews, driving home
Touching y′all to the sweetest thing
And yeah I love it when she screams and shit
I might hit it one way and then remix it
'Cause you know what I′m on

Stack bread get your bands up bro
Hey I can't hear shit bloody bankrupt
Feds pull the whip talking straps put your hands up
Officer I don′t know shit why you mad 'cause
I ain′t impressed by that road life act
On all dawns running out to really shot an let it clap but
I don't even have to do none of that
So much money in the bank from my verse on that track

She know me I'm on job I′m gonna break it down when I′m on top
Tell my girl give me slop top
Roll one I'ma buy you what you want from a shop shop
Tracks gonna make your head wanna bop bop
But it′s just that freestyle ting yeah
I'm back up in the scene I know they feel my ting
I ain′t stopping 'til the motherfuckers take me in

Stack bread get your bands up bro
Hey I can′t hear shit bloody bankrupt
Feds pull the whip talking straps put your hands up
Officer I don't know shit why you mad 'cause
I ain′t impressed by that road life act
On all dawns running out to really shot an let it clap but
I don′t even have to do none of that
So much money in the bank from my verse on that track