BabyTron ft. Los and Nutty, BandGang Javar, AK Bandamont, Glockboyz Teejaee, KrispyLife Kidd, Nuk - Coney Island Lyrics

Ayy
Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cams, you know (Daisy Lane Records shit, nigga)
Yeah (it it ain't no)
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em

If it ain't no drank in my cupholder, I'ma get some road rage
Wu-tang, I'm the method man, my killer Ghostface (uh-huh)
Tryna say my vows to the pape', I think we soulmates (uh-huh)
If they order beef, bet we deliver it like Postmates (yeah)
Out in China, flickin' people off with my pinky ring
Come and get the cuffs up off your bitch, she into kinky things
(Fuck that bitch) ayy, tell a bitch to leave me be
Why you rollin' reggie? Might as well've grabbed some CBD

I been tryna keep it all rap, but I'm for the streets
Babytron, tell your white friends come and shop with me
I been payin' fourteen, but gettin' twenty-eight a piece
Make a song about some sales, niggas better mention me
Know how I play it, I go get it, I don't wait around (at all)
I'm sendin' 'bows to her crib, playin' "Pound Town"
Airport, no luggage, pick up fifty thou' (fifty)
Bag gone 'fore it touch, ain't no sittin' 'round, nigga
Get your rank up, get your rank up (yeah)
Get your rank up, get your rank up (huh, huh)
Get your rank up, get your rank up (yeah, nigga)
Get your rank up, get your rank up (yeah, ayy)

Nigga, get your rank up, switch states, then change up (come on)
I got married to that bag, no, we can't break up
They say two hundred thou' cash, I say, "That shit ain't enough"
You would think I signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab (yeah)
I let my mans use my plug and ain't ask for no money back
Niggas braggin' 'bout a dime, the type of shit that make me laugh
Tell a bitch I'm pressed for time, tryna cut a brick in half
I'm talkin' thousand times two-fifty, niggas stuck on Instagram
You would think I signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab
(Straight on the lab, pussy-ass, uh-huh) no cap
(Signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab)
Bandgang (yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em, yeah

I come from a long line of real niggas
Pops had a long line of fiends, he was drug dealin'
It's only right I copped the foreign off dealin'
Old heads peekin' out they blinds like, "Paris' son trippin'"
Free my nigga Poody, feds gave him ten for sellin'-
But he up two million cash, if I was him, I wouldn't stress
Seen unc' with so many babies, I should call CPS
If you need one, I'll throw my tax on it, shoot a text
I treat my bitch so good, God blessed me with another one
They know they ain't gotta pay no bills if I cum in 'em
You know them 'bows your favorite uncle sell? I be frontin 'em
And he a ham, pay fifty-five for every one of 'em

These 'bout twenty Glocks, got twenty fifty-round drums for every one of them
I got a hundred thots, I'll call a bitch when I need her, I'm puttin' drugs in them
They caught him at the club, they sent a bunch at him, now it's gettin' ugly
Bitch, I'm with a lot of apes like jungle gyms, we all gettin' money (skrrt)
And bitch, I slap onions, no hat, the Drac' crack muffin
Every month, I bet I crack a hundred, bitch, I'm Pac without the tatted stomach
I forgot his name, they whacked buddy, dope cases came from crack money
Like Deezy, I get fast money, one call, I got a bag comin'
This one nigga got a bag on him, he dead, they on your ass, youngin
I know you heard about your last cousin, he trap, we get him whacked hustlin'
This bitch just want her back busted, she call and she don't ask nothin'
A dog before, I had nothin', do fraud and got a trap jumpin', woo

Back to the hood, we pull up tinted-out, they know it's me (they know it, yeah)
Them extras hangin' out the clip, bitch, I'm like thirty deep (I'm like thirty, uh)
Ain't tryna beef over the 'net, just meet me in the streets (in the streets)
I'll up the Glock and bang this bitch
Just like a José beat and throw my piece (baow, baow)
Yeah, two phones, they both ringin', this that money callin' (hello?)
My dawg playin' every game, his nickname Spalding (we call him Spalding)
You out here losin' every day
You need to change your partners (you need to change your partners)
This bitch cute and she'll shoot, she like Candace Parker
Nigga, I still be in the trenches, I got bros who think I made it (they think I made it)
Really active, I still'll slide like I ain't famous (like I ain't famous)
Speak on me, my dawg gon' pull up, tap your head
I ain't gotta pay him (I ain't gotta pay him nothin')
Come watch me play, I hoop like Kobe, I'm the greatest, nigga

You a bitch, I'm judgin' by your Rollie size (36)
Pop, pop to your brain, yeah, it's Coney time
Flint nigga, stuffin' hoes with packs stromboli-sized
I'm rich, any nigga on this song could call to hold a dime (I got you)
Gucci windbreaker, this bitch'll keep me warm as hell
'Specially when I'm trappin' fifty sale after fifty sale
I gotta pause and get some fresh air, I can't do the smell
You a ho, they pull you out the car, you tell before you hit the jail (rat)
Huh, Skydweller got my wrist chunky
The bezel got baguettes in it, that's why you see my wrist bumpy
I'm in the club with an attitude with a bottle tryna fifth somethin'
I'm really fake drunk, I'm just on tip, I ain't sip nothin'

Five hundred in this cup, nigga, you can't get a sip of shit
Brodie wanna rob him, told him, "Clean that boy like Mister Pip"
Off dog food, made Dallas money, damn near think I'm Dennis Smith
This shit rappers' Coney Island, tell my robbers get his kit
I see niggas sweet as hell, I call my wolves, they partaking
All my boy sales, I got more bags in than Marc Jacobs
Bro a soul taker, he the one that's gon' go chase the dead
I just got another brick like pound Town, no Sexyy Red
The feds hit the crib for a second time, ain't found nothin'
When I want a brick, I call a plug and press the pound button
Like, order here, them bitches comin' off the pier
Last nigga I knew with the bricks, they gave him forty years

Pull up to the spot, we servin' everything like Coney Island
I just poured a trey, it made me go to sleep, I'm Obie Trice-ing
Brodie snatched an opp watch, he gotta get his Rollie tightened
Mental of a mamba, I ain't snake, I think like Kobe Bryant