Intro Lyrics

Ayy, Ecko, turn it up

Like what the fuck these niggas talking bout

Every time I see him, do him janky for the disrespect

I had to cut the homie off, no matter what he said

Tryna separate the real from the fake, it's fuckin with my head

But that's just something that I gotta do

You can call me Coach Tay, I'll teach you how to hoop

Niggas think they got a gun and now they bulletproof

I'm the type to tell her what it is, she said, I'm hella rude

These niggas said they finna spin, well I can too

You said you finna drop a band, well I can too

And these bullets twist his head like some cantu

You said it's up with my brother, that was a bad move

Ni-ni-niggas know where we kick it at, niggas slide through

My brother cut his bitch off, now she kick it with opps

But it's okay when it go down, she might just get popped

I'm bout to slide in my sandals, bitch, I feel like God

Feel like that nigga Jesus

I tried to say it's up and it stuck, but they didn't believe us

All that fake love, tell them niggas they can keep it

Loyalty, everybody got they own meaning

Politics, everybody got they own opinion

We poppin' shit, everybody leave niggas shittin

Lil bro, tryna slide, but he don't got no wisdom

Ni-nigga, that's a cold case, I bet his parents miss him

Baby, I was skippin' class, like fuck a dismissal

I feel like too short, nigga, I'm finna blow the whistle

This nigga talkin' hella hot, but he ain't blow the pistol

These niggas nerds in real life, it's fuckin' with my spirit

All that talkin' that you doin', I don't wanna hear it

Like who the fuck you think you are, go look in the mirror

I'm on the road takin' trips, just talkin' to Siri

Smokin' clocks, back to back, my vision gettin' blurry

Little bitty sent the drop, now I'm in a hurry

Let's beat they block, I got stock and bro got curry

My brother cut his bitch off, now she kickit with opps

But it's okay, when it go down, she might just get popped

I'm bout to slide in my slide in my sandals, bitch I feel like God