Coach lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, crank it up
Crank it up (Ayy)
Huh, crank it up
I think the feds listening

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, hey, Coach Bandman
Unemployment ain't no real f*ckin' scam, man
My baby with the spoof spoof
Probably took the whole pension from your f*ckin' granddad
f*ckin' with them checks too, profile the phone jack
She said, "I wanna sex you," baby, where my loan at?
Baby, where your clothes at? I ain't even on that
I told lil' baby hit the head, put it on your bald cap
Batter up, a thousand grams, Lonnie 'bout to track that
Now everybody neph' rap, man, where you n*ggas' roll at?
Where your flip phone at? Where your custos at?
Mines in the mountains, I ain't talkin' 'bout no Brokeback
My auntiе shot the needle in her back, shе gon' find a vein
My unc' stopped smokin' crack, he said that sh*t is not the same
That's a damn shame
So I introduced him to this damn crank

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, hey, I could coach you
Phil Jack', I could coach you
Bill Belichick, I could coach you
My baby, I could coach you
b*tch, I'm worth a million on the low, you ain't know?
Talkin' 'bout some motion
b*tch, I'm every wave, yeah, the scene in the ocean
You ain't never seen a young n*gga this focused
Talkin' 'bout a plug
b*tch, I'm with the chemist and the grower
I'm on my ninety-ninth run
Ran through a hundred pounds with this leaf blower
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Come on
I got my cleats, my helmet, and my jersey on
In the field, 1911, you know what I be on
I be tapped in with killers, we ain't makin' songs
I ain't no coach, take him out the game, that boy gone
What I look like going broke just to get fresh?
I ain't even know this b*tch for thirty minutes, she gave me neck, ayy
n*ggas be dyin' in that field, I can't relax
I came across a real plug, he gave me some work, I brought it back, n*gga
sh*t, I had to get focused
When I mix that lean with the Percs, feel like I'm floatin', n*gga
I make money every day 'cause I got motion
Say she tryna take a risk, I told her put it on the floor then, yeah
Man, all this money, it keep comin' in
Look, I ain't scared to use my gun, I'm really one of them
Man, I f*ck hoes and put 'em out, her friend like, "Why you even f*ck with him?"
And we gon' kill you too, we hearin' that you f*ck with them

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, hey, I could coach you
Phil Jack', I could coach you
Bill Belichick, I could coach you
My baby, I could coach you
b*tch, I'm worth a million on the low, you ain't know?
Talkin' 'bout some motion
b*tch, I'm every wave, yeah, the scene in the ocean
You ain't never seen a young n*gga this focused
Talkin' 'bout a plug
b*tch, I'm with the chemist and the grower
I'm on my ninety-ninth run
Ran through a hundred pounds with this leaf blower