DA COAT & DA BOAT.

Lyrics

[Intro: Ab-Soul and Fre$H] Winiss Sauce Hot sauce Top Dawg hot sauce (Yeah) [Verse 1: Fre$H] Aight, look Fre$H-Man, Short Dawg, same nigga, Flame Spitta Your bae finna fall into a trance, like she changed genders Pull out, some of you chicken strip, know you lames tender Probably mad, got 'em 'bout to crash, like he play cymbals Feds posing as fans, tryna take pictures Mask on like Master Shredder, 'cause I hate Splinters Still grip the wood in the slayer, it's just the H in 'em What you know about going to prom in the base rental? Bathing Apes with the pair of leather, I'm a magnet wearer Shawty out that Mary Kate & Ashley, get your act together I brought all of my dogs with me, oh you mad, Cruella? Spread look like Sargento the way I stack the cheddar It came from dropping dope in the water like Alka-Seltzer I been through worse, prepare for better Taught never to trust a big butt and a smile, that chick is poison, salmonella Hit and watch it leave her upset, like [?] They say I got a type, hoe, you probably right Slim or thick, long or short hair, straight, or kinda dyke I'm a nuisance, equal opportunist, all my thoughts intrusive Made it out the sunny side of Houston, ball like a Buddhist (Haha) I do this Fre$H-Man [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I hate this nigga to life, man Ay, man Tiny twin reading "Of Mice and Men", you know I'm blind, right? 'Head of my time, times nine, I see your future in hindsight The man behind the shade, you afraid? Find you a nightlight I'm really him, get out my Hemingway, I don't type right No pen in my palm, give this instrumental a high five My words play in a real way, like a highlight 'Nem'n'em, you minimum, finite Don't worry about them, they'll be alright, 'long as I'm right [?] at your source right, make swiss cheese out your white knight Difficult to admit you ain't paid in full, like Mekhi Phife' Used to watch "Price is Right", now they watch me for the right price Had the spikes right, two styrofoam cups with the light ice Prior, it was sex on the beach, it's pink panties and Mai Tais Chocolate mama with the light eyes, thick thighs and tight-tights After I ate the pussy, she put me on the zeitgeist The seat of the Soul was special due to my poor eyesight Ten thousand hours, times ten thousand hours spent on my mic Nobody take it far as psycho, I'm out of my mind Critics rave as if I'm Lamar Jackson at prime time Breaking the rules you men use, don't follow guidelines I'm high as hell, might as well grab my cell and die on God line Out of sight when I pass words, who got the Wi-Fi? The coldest, you gon' need a code, as my nigga showed Ain't the winter solstice, but the winter's Soul's, this shit's just my time Yeah, the BOAT Who's the captain, you cappin' if you don't answer "aye-aye" (Hahaha) [Outro: Ab-Soul] [?] (Hahaha) Bye-bye