Border Patrol lyrics

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

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

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Spend like thirty bands on my neck, b*tch, I been lit (Been lit)
f*ck is you talkin' to, n*gga? (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 b*tch right at your ball cap, n*gga
Plugged in, I'm connected like a bra strap, n*gga
Watch your motherf*ckin' mouth or get your jaw tapped, n*gga
We with all that, n*gga, better fall back, n*gga, 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 b*tch (At all)
The whole East f*cked, don't wife that b*tch (Don't do it)
I like my Sprite clean, don't spike my sh*t, ayy (No cap)

[Verse 6: 42 Dugg]
I like my whites plain, don't ice my sh*t, yeah
Off-White my 'fit, yeah, One Mic that brick, yeah
Get it hard for me
That lil' sh*t 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)
f*ckin' hoes from Dallas (Dallas)
Don't call me McFashion (Naw)
Three bands for the glasses (Glasses)
Hellcats, we stabbin' (Skrrt)
Your b*tch, we smashin' (Yup)
f*ck 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 n*gga so nasty (So nasty)
When he got hit, we was laughin'
We celebrated when it happened (b*tch)
[Verse 9: 42 Dugg]
Gettin' rich my answer, that's to all this sh*t (Period)
Ridin' with three hoes (Three), we all got sticks, right
We all sell pints, yeah, those all got hit, ayy
I talk my sh*t, 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)
sh*t had me stressed, I still came through (Joey, huh)

[Verse 10: Coach Joey]
Hundred bands after hundred bands
n*gga 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 n*gga, huh, b*tch)

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