[Intro]
(Coach me, Joey)
(Joey)

[Chorus: Coach Joey]
Baby said we locked in, I'm just like, "Bro"
My little hoe she give me throat in her Bottega coat
Put her head on headboards, ain't nowhere to go
She introduced me to her n***a, he'll never know
I geek her up like, "They ain't fuckin' with you, bestfriend"
The way them jeans fittin' on you look like stretch pants
Make them double tap your pictures when they on your 'Gram
They keep askin' how we close, but they don't understand

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
You my dog, you locked in, you like gang 'nem
You be puttin' that shit on, you know you come trim
You tell them hoes don't play with you 'cause you not one of them
You say you need a real n***a, you don't want a simp
I got a bitch, I drop a four, she wanna take a sip
She told me fuck her from the back, she don't want to kiss
She get out here and run it up, she say she comin' kit
Head fire, pussy water, got me cummin' quick
She cuttin' people out her life, she say her circle slim
She say she ballin' on them hoes that left her in the gym
She be like, "Fuck the petty money, point me to an M"
So I can go tear down the mall, like I need two of them
She say her baby daddy broke, wasn't nothin' she could do with him
Pussy so good, I wanna ask her when she movin' in
She know the money ain't shit, we blow through a ten
We get high and fuck, she ask me when I'm comin' through again
[Chorus: Coach Joey]
Baby said we locked in, I'm just like, "Bro"
My little hoe she give me throat in her Bottega coat
Put her head on headboards, ain't nowhere to go
She introduced me to her n***a, he'll never know
I geek her up like, "They ain't fuckin' with you, bestfriend"
The way them jeans fittin' on you look like stretch pants
Make them double tap your pictures when they on your 'Gram
They keep askin' how we close, but they don't understand

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
We like bestfriends, you can call me bro
Keep it cordial anytime we out, don't nobody know (They don't know)
Soon as we alone, l'ma grab your throat (Yeah)
If your n***a knew what we was on, he'll have a stroke (Have a stroke)
Only if he knew what we got planned out
Introduced me as your best friend, he smilin' with his hand out
I don't know if the n***a lame or he's just fanned out (Fanned out)
Yeah, the way your ass sittin', damn, you stand out (Stand out)
Got her own shit, ain't at her parents house (Yeah)
She ain't no lil' girl, she'll pull some bands out (She'll pull some bands out)
Tell them I'm your bestfriend when they speakin' on me (When they speakin' on me)
Real understandin', she ain't never leavin' (She ain't never leavin')
I'm still here, if you got married, gon' be cheatin' on me (Yeah, if you got married)
Really talkin' 'bout me, he think you tweetin' about him (Talkin' 'bout me)
Locked in, she get anything she need up off me
Yeah, she livin' with her n***a always dreamin' 'bout me (Dreamin' 'bout me)
[Chorus: Coach Joey]
Baby said we locked in, I'm just like, "Bro"
My little hoe she give me throat in her Bottega coat
Put her head on headboards, ain't nowhere to go
She introduced me to her n***a, he'll never know
I geek her up like, "They ain't fuckin' with you, bestfriend"
The way them jeans fittin' on you look like stretch pants
Make them double tap your pictures when they on your 'Gram
They keep askin' how we close, but they don't understand

[Outro: Coach Joey]
You my dog, you locked in, you like gang 'nem
You be puttin' that shit on, you know you come trim
You tell them hoes don't play with you 'cause you not one of them
You say you need a real n***a, you don't want a simp