Coach

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, crank it up Crank it up (Ayy) Huh, crank it up I think the feds listening [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] 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 auntiе shot the needle in her back, shе 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 [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] 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 ninety-ninth run Ran through a hundred pounds with this leaf blower [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] 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 thirty 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 [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] 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 ninety-ninth run Ran through a hundred pounds with this leaf blower