Border Patrol

[Intro]
(Coach me, Joey)
(Damn, E, this a classic)
(Joey)

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
I'm still rich
Niggas pillow talkin' to some hoes that I been hit (I been hit)
Put a couple tags on your head, bitch, you been it (Been it)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Spend like thirty bands on my neck, bitch, I been lit (Been lit)
Fuck is you talkin' to, nigga? (Huh?), better lower your tone (Lower)
I got killers on standby, I got lawyers on go (Let's go)
I get mine out the trap, I ain't order no phone
Crib off the water, get protected by border patrol (Woo)

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Bag from overseas, thirty-one a key
Twenty of 'em Joe's, thirty of 'em P's
I could turn up weed, rather push the beans
Pharms gettin' iffy, rather serve the fiends
Keep dog with me, P been drinkin' lean (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Peezy]
40 with the beam, point this bitch right at your ball cap, nigga
Plugged in, I'm connected like a bra strap, nigga
Watch your motherfuckin' mouth or get your jaw tapped, nigga
We with all that, nigga, better fall back, nigga, yeah (Ayy)

[Verse 5: Coach Joey]
Why you playin' roles if you ain't got no clips? (Why you playin'?)
I just like her pics, I don't like that bitch (At all)
The whole East fucked, don't wife that bitch (Don't do it)
I like my Sprite clean, don't spike my shit, ayy (No cap)

[Verse 6: 42 Dugg]
I like my whites plain, don't ice my shit, yeah
Off-White my 'fit, yeah, One Mic that brick, yeah
Get it hard for me
That lil' shit they took from doggy, that was our money (Okay)
Yeah, now we all comin'

[Verse 7: Coach Joey]
Run it up and stash it (Stash it)
Fuckin' hoes from Dallas (Dallas)
Don't call me McFashion (Naw)
Three bands for the glasses (Glasses)
Hellcats, we stabbin' (Skrrt)
Your bitch, we smashin' (Yup)
Fuck her twice, then pass her (Pass her)
Big racks, no cappin' (No cappin')

[Verse 8: Peezy]
My hood, I'm the captain (Captain)
Did more dirt than the Mavericks (Mavericks)
Yeah, I'm serious 'bout fashion (Fashion)
Two racks for this jacket (Period)
Red light, no camera (No)
Do a nigga so nasty (So nasty)
When he got hit, we was laughin'
We celebrated when it happened (Bitch)

[Verse 9: 42 Dugg]
Gettin' rich my answer, that's to all this shit (Period)
Ridin' with three hoes (Three), we all got sticks, right
We all sell pints, yeah, those all got hit, ayy
I talk my shit, right, I walk it too
Got J's for seventy (Seventy), want thirty a blue (Thirty)
Ayy, this for Neph (Neph), and that's for Scoot (Scoot)
Shit had me stressed, I still came through (Joey, huh)

[Verse 10: Coach Joey]
Hundred bands after hundred bands
Nigga fronted you, you did the running man
Sticked up like a marching band
We rolling deep like a caravan (Come on)
Wrapped up like a promo van
Don't ask me, I don't know that man (Don't know that nigga, huh, bitch)

[Outro]
(Damn, E, this a classic)