[Pre-Hook]
I tell her pop that pussy for a real n***a
I ain't tryna sound cocky and boast but yo girl
I’m too hot, take me out of the toaster
I’m toasted, let’s toast to the poetry I put in motion
Puff, puff on the doja
Listening to Frank Ocean
Girl this ain't a ride, this more like rollercoaster
Shit… and I’m COA$TIN, I’m COA$TIN, I’m COA$TIN, I’m COA$TIN

[Hook]
She got a wide jaw cause of me
I hit it like a dog off the tree
The whip filling up with fog, she got a feeling in her heart
I ain't the n***a that you thought I would be, that you thought I would be
And girl I bet I ain't the n***a that you thought I would be, that you thought I would be (x2)

[Verse 1 (Coa$tin)]
Boy you trippin, this dick, Imma' give her
I stand and deliver like neo-natal
Flow is fatal
I flip all the weight, move it like hot potato
You calling her baby? I’m robbin ya cradle
We’ll leave you with Halos when doing the most
Bitch I Master the Chief and pull up in the Ghost
Like the phantom was working out
Said she got a job? I got that hoe working now
Popped a blue dolphin, said she got a porpoise now
FL Lotto, explain how yo flow is so perfect now
Her bra off so fast and her panties and shorts is down
How she give it up like Dave Chappelle bitch
Her head game so crazy she gon need a helmet
You fuck with my cake and I’m turning yours into red velvet
Ha, I hit her pelvis, her girlfriends all jealous
I’m in the building, the opposite of Elvis
[Verse 2 (If You Really Think About It)]
I walked up in the party and got this shit jumping, Isaiah Ryder
Or Harold Minor
I cause a climate change and now a couple G's sitting behind her
Shatter the color of apple cider
Smoked out of a glass crafted in China, by three blind men using a rhino horn
Rhymes ain't hard to find unlike a unicorn
Due to porn, i got a foreign taste in what I do to whores
I mean you can't even sleep on me with chloroform
And I can't sleep either until EVERY award is worn
Around my neck, not a skater but I could flip what I got on deck and
Never dap me up with your left hand
I wanted some lid so dipped to a broad crib
Got up in her house and had her moaning like she haunted
Swear these bitches only want dick
I had her moaning, had her moaning like she haunted
Swear to God, yo, these bitches only want dick
Bitch I got that pressure like a pinched nerve
Survival of the fittest, I ain't talking bout a finch bird
Revive em with the writtens, all action like its strict verbs
Keep the Mac up on him like he coming outta Pittsburgh
Mixed words, kicks dir-ty, flow purty boy you know that I run these streets
I got six vir-gins looking squirrelly cause they are tryna gets my nuts in they cheeks
And its finna be a thump when we meet
She can feel it in her lungs when I skeet
She just fill it up with rum, let me feel up on her rump
Put in my thumb, when she drunk, she a freak
Sheesh
[Hook]
If you really think about it I'm the man
If you really talking bass, then you know I got bands
If you really think about it, you don't really want no problems cause you really don't, really don't want these hands
If you really think about it, think about it