3rd Coast

Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace, this your boy Den Den

To jump on this track with you boys, knowI'mtalkingbout

It's all about the third baby, third coast, yeah I got this

See I'm mentally ready, fuck those is testing me

Progress is so sweet, ain't tripping with envy

Slip and slide like a snake, pop up the world like a quake

Mashing hard on the gas, with the coast on the plate

Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers

Got an eye for them fuckers that trying P.H. with snorkels

Got a trunk full of clutches, blinding mine make you stutter

I blow like a hurricane, so close all your shutters

See I wants everything and everything I'm gone have

Roll out my red carpet just to go to my stash

Third coast, blind and shine like a brand new slab

On my birthday, I'm throwing me a fortune on pad

R: If you living shife, don't fuck with third coast

These niggas can't fade third coast, these niggas can't fade

Third coast

You could lose your life, don't fuck with third coast

These niggas can't fade third coast, these niggas can't fade

Third coast

This how we ride in third, blow up serve, blow herb

From lane to lane we grip the grain and 20's chop up the curb

We popping flippers on sippers, hey those g's on the rise

With bubble eyes and customized and chrome twenty inches wide

Entertainment center be lit up, and all the trunks gone lift up

Button rims they grip up, the talkers mouths gone zip up

It's that time and here we come, third coast take a stand

We drew it up and screwed them up and see went through with the

Plan

Jumped in the mix with hundred bricks and now a mobbing gorilla

You had to miss go get her, about the scrilla my nigga

Stay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jelly

Burning more streets than pereddy, while cutting up like

Machetes

No doubt screwed up candy paint, killer think straight drink

Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank

I'm a be T from the S.U.C. pay dues got stripes that be ranks

That boy G-are-A-see-E third ward born caught off game

R: (2x)

I done took a lot of losses now it's time to win

No more signing dotted lines and I stay dollars spend

I want convertible benz, with the blue bubble lens

I'm worth a million off the corner when I'm pimping my pen

See bubble gray is my choice, pearl white Rolls Royce

Don't need no natural lemon tea I don't be training my voice

I'm signed over by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers

A click full of back breakers and more in a Studebaker

The Mo City don, I wave a truck like it's a warrant

Hit the ATM machine, ain't no need for me to pawn

'Cause I'm paid, my game sharper than a razor blade

Bald faded and X-rated, my Gucci's is tailor made

I bubble in the sauna as I smoke marijuana

From Daytona to Arizona no longer on the corner

World wide, I got to keep the dream alive

Tupac and Biggie done died, so now they ready for the south side

Top, dropping, body rocking the Fat Pat

Dirty rats get splat when I pull out my black mac

'Cause it's over, the fat lady done sung the song

From California to Rome, these hoes pussies stay warm

And on to the Alamo Dome, then right back home

Ain't no regular we hydro as 4 54

On the boards, be spinning flipping with yellow boned women

Swimming in dividends cause I'm cold when I'm pimping

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