Final Warning

[Intro: CoachDaGhost]
I might just pull up with Freshy, chessy (ThatboyStats)
Shit'll get messy
Bag his head, so it's next to jets
6.27, M.I.S., we the best, see?
You get got for dissin', we ain't politickin'
See us workin' hard, that's 'cause we got a mission
For all the nights we had frostbite
Gettin high, spittin' rhymes in my mama's kitchen

[Verse 1: Freshy DaGeneral & CoachDaGhost]
Shine, lights off for the B, lil' 'queeze on the side
You already know, got a beam to the side
If the opps pull up, put some heat to the ride
Tuck the whole grip, I'm a demon with mine
Same niggas sayin', "Can I get a piece of thе pie?"
Backdoor, boy you know Cho three with nine
If we maskеd up, they don't know who did it
Every nigga talk, now we gotta get it
I don't give a fuck this pain, gotta feel it
And I swear we pushin' niggas to this limit
I ain't givin' passes, anybody get it
Throw that boy a mask, everybody spinnin'

[Verse 2: CoachDaGhost]
Just make sure that y'all keep the same energy
All my opps soft, I know they remember me
Shots on shots like I'm sponsored by Hennessy (Rrah, rrah)
I'm hot, they not, but they feelin' me (I'm hot)
I got GD's jacking me in Tennessee (Twirl, twirl)
Just for free you could turn to a memory
Nigga, please when my killers grieve
You the first one to plead, you won't get to squeeze
I hit Freshy like, "Brodie, I think it's time" (What's cho'ing on?)
They don't like it, but soon they gon' get in line
And you know we the Choo, we the ghost
And if numbers don't lie (Cho that, Cho that), can I ask, "is you niggas blind"?
Trigger finger itchin', I don't shoot from distance
2020 vision, no, you won't let it shine (Nope)
If you step, we gon' slide, put your lights out
Back-to-back drills, so you know we got nice routes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Matter of fact, we gon' purge, leave 'em wiped out
Better not be thinkin' 'bout pullin' no knife out
Smash the treesh off the party on me
She keep starin' at all of my teeth 'cause they iced out (Why?)
Then I'm all in her cheeks, give her back to the streets
Now she callin' my phone, tell her, "Pipe down"

[Verse 3: Freshy DaGeneral]
When they see us, put your jokes to the side
'Cause they know I go when the folks in the ride
On my side, bro, you better not creep
Them niggas tryna hide, we will not see
It don't really take too much for us to leave
Came with three shooters, we ain't come to creep
Look, got Coach on the side
Hit 'em, then we Ghost
First nigga move, turn his ass to toast, we ain't playin' wit' 'em
If we're throwin' shots, the opps' playin' wit' 'em
If that's your mans, then you ain' layin' with him
Brodie gotta ball, watch you wit' that shot
That shit ain't a warnin', he was tryna bounce
So you know we scored
He ain't die today, he die by the morning

[Verse 4: CoachDaGhost]
He got hit in his head, he was flossin' (Rrah)
Caution, since we livin' (Woo K), righteous walkin' (Hah)
You nauseous, sick of seein' all these dead opps
In my dream, I can still hear them coughing
It's the forfeit, racks not important
Not surprised, I closed my eyes and see coffins
Now that we ball, we gon' treat it like Spalding (Twril, twril)
Talkin' money, only way we indulgin' (Shine)
I told Chody just watch for informants (Watch 'em)
Kid you not, i'ma give them a warnin' (Warning)
Earn your spot, got a focus on guap
But just stay with your shotgun, soon you gon' be tourin'
Ten toes, stay down, now we all win
If we shoot, just be cool, we not fools
'Cause them cameras might work, be easy when you tossin' (Be Easy)
Say my name, I can't wait 'til I off 'em (Can't wait)
On our way to the top, we on offense
Now we shine so bright, plus the time feel right
I remember days when it was pourin' (I remember)
Check that boy, you see me really scorin'
Can't compete with them Cho boys
Need a Rolls Royce (Skrrt), so I can do the cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt)
6.27 the set, why would I lie?
M.I.S. on the flesh, then it's my guy (My guy)
Got me sighin', I'm sorry
If we see a threat in this party, his ass goin' bye-bye (Rrah, rrah, bye-bye)
He got hit wit' lead, paint the picture red
As he slowly bled from his māthā (Māthā)
It was understood, that ain't gotta be said
Me and Freshy fled, we like shottas (Shottas)
(How you know?)
Now we got a new pack, the type you gotta mix with grabba
We still ride with a few straps, I guess that they knew that
The big influence come proper
The chosen child, the rap doctor
If you don't believe it, check the roster
Shine