Текст песни Coach - Band Gang Lonnie Bands , Glockboyz Teejaee

Huh, crank it up
Crank it up (ay)
Huh, crank it up
I think the feds listening

Huh, hey, Coach Bandman
Unemployment ain't no real fuckin' scam, man
My baby with the spoof spoof
Probably took the whole pension from your fuckin' granddad
Fuckin' with them checks too, profile the phone jack
She said, "I wanna sex you," baby, where my loan at?
Baby, where your clothes at? I ain't even on that
I told lil' baby hit the head, put it on your bald cap

Batter up, a thousand grams, Lonnie 'bout to track that
Now everybody neph' rap, man, where you niggas' roll at?
Where your flip phone at? Where your custos at?
Mines in the mountains, I ain't talkin' 'bout no Brokeback
My auntie shot the needle in her back, she gon' find a vein
My unc' stopped smokin' crack, he said that shit is not the same
That's a damn shame
So I introduced him to this damn crank

Hey, hey, I could coach you
Phil Jack', I could coach you
Bill Belichick, I could coach you
My baby, I could coach you
Bitch, I'm worth a million on the low, you ain't know?
Talkin' 'bout some motion
Bitch, I'm every wave, yeah, the scene in the ocean
You ain't never seen a young nigga this focused

Talkin' 'bout a plug
Bitch, I'm with the chemist and the grower
I'm on my 99th run
Ran through a hundred pounds with this leaf blower

Come on
I got my cleats, my helmet, and my jersey on
In the field, 1911, you know what I be on
I be tapped in with killers, we ain't makin' songs
I ain't no coach, take him out the game, that boy gone
What I look like going broke just to get fresh?
I ain't even know this bitch for 30 minutes, she gave me neck, ayy
Niggas be dyin' in that field, I can't relax

I came across a real plug, he gave me some work, I brought it back, nigga
Shit, I had to get focused
When I mix that lean with the Percs, feel like I'm floatin', nigga
I make money every day 'cause I got motion
Say she tryna take a risk, I told her put it on the floor then, yeah
Man, all this money, it keep comin' in
Look, I ain't scared to use my gun, I'm really one of them
Man, I fuck hoes and put 'em out, her friend like, "Why you even fuck with him?"
And we gon' kill you too, we hearin' that you fuck with them

Hey, hey, I could coach you
Phil Jack', I could coach you
Bill Belichick, I could coach you
My baby, I could coach you
Bitch, I'm worth a million on the low, you ain't know?
Talkin' 'bout some motion
Bitch, I'm every wave, yeah, the scene in the ocean
You ain't never seen a young nigga this focused

Talkin' 'bout a plug
Bitch, I'm with the chemist and the grower
I'm on my 99th run
Ran through a hundred pounds with this leaf blower