FILA COAT (LAVENDER)

[Intro]
(Dirty South)
Ayy, ayy
(Young whoppa, on your blocka and I got the choppa)

[Chorus]
Big fuck off FILA coat wrap it 'round my back
My niggas hittin' licks we do it with no tax (Nice)
I get a baddy, twiss her out I hit it from the back (Bow bow)
Niggas always chattin' shit, might have to give a slap (Woah woah)
Bad ting on my lap (Ayy)
Pull up skrr and then crash (Skrr)
Gyallie wanna suck me (Huh)
Like a fuckin' tic tac (Tic-tac)
Mandem know I make bread (Make bread)
Galdem know I make stacks (Making the stacks)
I hit your bitch from the back, after that I smoke a loud pack (Bun a loud pack, woah)

[Verse 1]
Doing this shit I'm taking a risk (Huh), I'm taking a chance
They looking at me, I go bout my bizz (Yeah), they having a glance
Badting wanting the french stick, so I take her to France (Take her to France)
Gimmie a shout on a beat, what? Lyrics for lyrics? Calm (It's calm, it's calm, it's calm)
I got the gun in the palm (Brrr)
Muscle flex, look at me tensing my arm (Huh huh)
I ain't sweet, but I got all the lucky charms (Ay ay) (Nice, nice)
Tic tac toe on your hoe, then I go straight to my yard (Ay ay) (True)
The crowd they be hopping, summer drop topping, I'm never stopping (Ay) (Woah, woah)
I really do it, like they could do it, imma put two in (Was too much)
Or imma put four in, nigga you're boring, that's why I'm snoring (Uh)
Fly like a bird, twiss and I twirl, nigga I curve (Ayy)
You can not question me (No way)
Drag a young boy out the car, I'm feeling like Tempa T (True)
Look at my team that's envy, Wu-Tang we get the cream (Uh)
My hair be turning all gold, just ate a senzu bean (Woah)
Just ate a senzu bean (Ay)

[Chorus]
Big fuck off FILA coat wrap it 'round my back
My niggas hittin' licks we do it with no tax (Nice)
I get a baddy, twiss her out I hit it from the back (Bow bow)
Niggas always chattin' shit, might have to give a slap (Slap that bitch) (Woah woah)
Bad ting on my lap (Ayy)
Pull up skrr and then crash (Skrr)
Gyallie wanna suck me (Huh)
Like a fuckin' tic tac (Woah)
Mandem know I make bread (True, true)
Galdem know I make stacks (Making the stacks, ahh)
I hit your bitch from the back after that I smoke a loud pack (Bun a loud pack, woah)

[Verse 2]
Heavenly heavenly, mandem are begging me, your gyallie singing me remedies (Wha wha)
Bad bitch, she belling me, tryna show empathy, na bitch I wanna make melodies (No way)
Smoke medication, my eyes are Asian, yeah this weed getting the best of me (Phew phew)
I'm tryna make it, high concentration Young Seke-Wop tearing up the scene (Ah, hey)
Oh damn (Damn), and now I feel like the man (Huh)
Flexing so hard I got cramps, pengtings they waving at man (Hmm)
Pengtings they getting good tans, I had to cancel my plans (True)
I had to get out of bed, I had to get in the grams (Woah) (Cash money)