Take Mine (feat. Alwoo, RiskTaker D-Boy, Fmb Dz, Cash Kidd, Honey Oso, Allstar JR & B. Ryan)
Coach Joey
Hip-Hop/Rap
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coach Joey
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ernest Adams
Producer
Reuel Walker
Producer
Lyrics
(Damn, E, this a classic)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these ****)
Ball like we ball
Grind like we grind
Talk like we talk
Life tryna take mine
You goin' brazy off that molly, you a whole ho
Why you **** acting like we ain't squad goals?
Like we ain't givin' **** playbooks to this whole shit?
Like I wasn't losin' sleep back in '06?
And I still ain't been sleep yet (Not at all)
I'll get some sleep when I drop a new jet
**** can't talk to me 'til they touch ten
Nah, fuck that, I ain't even wanna talk then (I'm out, ****)
Y'all **** talk too much
Y'all **** broke, y'all **** ain't earned enough
I put the city on my back, who else did that? (Ayy, tell me that)
You doing what I did, but now, ****, we off that (We off that)
Y'all **** don't ball like we ball
Y'all **** don't grind like we grind
Y'all **** don't talk like we talk
Fuck around, lose your life tryna take mine
Put a mark on your head, so don't play with my cash, kid
Mad I hit his ho and made that bitch fuck Cash Kidd
Trigger finger itching like a crackhead
Birds of a feather flock together, we like to stack bread
Ayy, bitch, if we don't know you, we gon' tax then
Chopper make a pussy **** tap dance
Leave the crib without my stick? I won't chance it
Barrel to his face, watch the toughest **** panic
Taking hoes out just to hit, how romantic
These **** do the lamest shit to fuck, that shit crazy
Everybody strapped, tell me how you wanna play it
Your bitch a demon, boy, her head game dangerous
Y'all **** don't ball like we ball
Y'all **** don't grind like we grind
Y'all **** don't talk like we talk
Fuck around, lose your life tryna take mine
Ayy, why you **** actin' like I won't up the stick?
Fuck around and pop everybody in this bitch
**** better play they role when they see me gunning
**** better stay in line like the teacher coming
Threw a thirty on a 40 'cause it look better
Went and got a young bitch 'cause they fuck better
Got an old-school, I ain't copped the Ruccis yet
Old bitch ain't even gave up the coochie yet
Y'all a squad full of pussies, ****, we the vets
Need another one like Khaled, ****, we the best
Shoot a **** in his neck, he don't need a vest
Me and Tez poured off an eight, we don't need the rest
Y'all **** don't ball like we ball
Y'all **** don't grind like we grind
Y'all **** don't talk like we talk
Fuck around, lose your life tryna take mine
Fuck around, lose your life tryna take mine
Put a hole in your hoodie—
Bring out the plain Rolie, I had to spray mine
Got fifty thousand on me crossin' state lines
Automatic .308 sound like a bassline
And I'm surrounded by them shooters like I'm Draymond
Get a **** life took for a pint of juice
Free my **** 8Ball, who the fuck is you?
Fightin' a bad motherfucker, gotta get a Jew
Hit the streets, we turn beef to a pot of stew
Crazy wrist work, I could turn one to two
**** fuck with FMB and get his ass blew
Where bitches been hidin'? (Hidin'), Bitch, I been slidin' (Slidin')
Bitch, I got a BIN that's the bomb, call me Bin Laden (Yup)
I just used a slot and got ten out it
Matter fact, I'll slide down like I'm zip-lining
Tryna slide down, man, that bitch dumb (Dumbass)
Put you in your place like low income (Broke ass)
Bitch, you big dumb, don't get hurt, bae
Bitch, I think I'm pretty like Irene on her birthday
We them same bitches that won't hang with you (Naw)
Fuck you and every bitch that came with you (Fuck 'em)
Bitch, you talkin' crazy, yeah, 'til them things hit you
When we come in packs, you gettin' popped like a painkiller
Somebody find me a bitch I ain't hit yet (Find one)
Hundred percent of these hoes, boy, I don't get spent (Not once)
My old bitch say I'm broke, think the bitch pressed (Mad ass)
Buyin' foreign clothes, give a fuck about this bitch rent, ****
Fifty choppers in the office and they all ours
Hit your house, hear it all around, we totin' sound bars
Made thirty G's fucking up them Walmarts (Yeah)
Your workers dumb, they be fuckin' up your cards
How I'm broke? ****, re-up, need a bag, speed up (Come on)
Pistol on lunch break, **** finna get beat up (I'll beat your ass)
Cooler on the chop, please run 'fore it heat up (Fuck on)
Call the ambulance for them ****, they done got cleaned up
Yeah, chopsticks, spike kicks, fresh-ass criminal
Y'all is not fuckin' with us, I'm speakin' in general (For real)
Seen his ho on my dick, now he tweetin' subliminals
One gon' hit her, now it's on, when I see her, I'm drilling her (It's on)
Pop said, "Boy, you a savage, I raised me a gentleman" (Savage)
Dump the 40, finger-fuck it, we just friends with benefits
I just milked a dumb bitch, she thinkin' we serious (Hah)
Just want the neck anyway, I'm glad you on your period
Sent that bitch a dick picture, bitch, come here (Bitch, come here)
Had to hop off the bench like it's a bus near
Bitch, I'm here right now, fuck who was here (Bitch)
Got her swallowing balls like her tongue pierced (Woo)
Lil' bro got more heart than your leader (Gang)
Put them Rude Gang Twins on your ass, them boys demons (Get 'em)
Catch you tryna creep, pull up shootin' like Cheaters
Hollow chillin' in the clip like a beeper, ayy
Freak bitch, turn around, we ain't doing missionary (Uh-uh)
Straight backshots, I don't want you looking at me (Duh)
When I say bro popped a whole bar, don't mean he took a Xanny
Pocket rocket, keep that lil' bitch like I'm a sugar daddy, **** (On my life)
(Damn, E, this a classic)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these ****)
Written by: Joseph Robinson
