Текст песни Coach - Gvvaan

(What you)
(What you)
(What you)
(What you)
(What you)
What you on boy
I been about dat
Came up off the
Floor wit Coach
We was getting to
That bag had a
Scale on the floor
Weighing options getting smacked
I just did the math
Now you do the
Math ain't no cap

Putting numbers on the
Jumbotron just copped the
Season pass let me
Through you don't get
A pass scooch to the
Back Yankee Doodle I'm
A fool widdit off
The backboard had to
Make her make it
Clap turn the lights
Off put ya phone
Down chat me face
To face I don't
Do the snap making
Money on the books
Now I don't gotta
Trap no more making
Rap dollars making rappers
Look bad boy I'm
Sticking to the code
Sticking to the stats
Where you from
Who you know
How you got
Where you going
Gimme mine and some
Of yours well of
Course I'm the boss
Big in charge blowing
Smoke out backwood cigars
(Oi!)
Make sure that
You the one throwing
The strikes and not
The one that's getting struck
(Oi!)

What you on boy
I been about dat
Came up off the
Floor wit coach
We was getting to
That bag had a
Scale on the floor
Weighing options getting smacked
I just did the math
Now you do the
Math ain't no cap
(Oi!)

You don't get a
Bonus if you owe
Me break a bone
Like a loan shark
Wreck on purpose like
Bumper cars heehaw Nascar
Ski doo jet ski
It's method attached to
This amount of technique
It's called finessing better
Go get you some
Wit godspeed who you
Know that could pull
Off what I do
Without getting arrested
It's not always about
Flexing 'imma come all
The way clean had
To learn that lesson
Without giving a fuck
What yall think
Money team green boston
Jordan 14 last pair
Of kicks my father
Bought me I'm so
Important since they laid
His ashes to rest
In the ocean
I been focus wallah
Magic when you cut
From a different fabric
It's a fact that
I'm reeking havoc
I'm not an actor
I'm a magnet and attractive

What you on boy
I been about dat
(Oi!)
What you on boy
I been about dat
(Aye)
What you on boy
I been about dat
(Aye)
What you on boy
I been about dat
(Oi!)

What you on boy
I been about dat
Came up off the
Floor wit Coach
We was getting to
That bag had a
Scale on the floor
Weighing options getting smacked
I just did the math
Now you do the
Math ain't no cap

Dial them digits in
That calculator calibrate
The data back to
Zero came from the
Bottom through the backdoor
Beast mode ain't afraid
Of the smoke each
Load cost a little bit
More my price is
As low as it
Go G-baby Gvvaan stuck
Like glue to the
G-code don't play wit
Me this ain't no
Musical keep it subtle
That'll be suitable get
Off the stage and
Get on wit the
Show blow the spot
Up on memorial day
On way out we
Sent him on his
Way to an appointment
At the pearly gates
I know a nigga
That thought he was
Tony Montana that Debo'd
A break to the
Face don't lose ya
Mind over the fame
It ain't even worth it
(Aye)
This shit is a circus
(Aye)
Not giving these niggas no
Mercy only doctors and nurses
(Aye)
Blessings and curses
(Aye)
Fund the funeral service
(Aye)
Just to get a good
Look at the body
Before they throw it
In the furnace
(Oi!)