Coast to Coast Premo Rice (Ft. Larry June)

[Intro: Shaka]
Real talk from a real G that do a real walk
If a bitch don't feel you, she gon' peel you
If she don't respect you, she gon' reject you
Proper instruction bring great production
If she don't listen, she can't be corrected and she can't be directed
Got the honeys on your game and wear the right clothes
And get chose with your mouth closed

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
I'm three deep, two bitches in the backseat
Rollin' up a fat sheet (Fat sheet), smoke good on a bad week (Uh)
Cruisin' down on Georgia Ave., I hit my lil' cousin block (Yup)
Gotta give some game to the thots
I roll smooth in a hard-top coupe, it's dark bluе (Uh)
Thuggin' with my bottom bitch, she really the truth
I bust a right (Right), a lеft, all hands on deck (Uh-huh)
Hit the blade, temp fade, got the hoes on check
I'm stylin' (Stylin'), on a punk trick I'm slidin' (Yeah)
Really cross country, had the hoes on a island
Flashy (Fly shit), bitch, you ain't that classy (Yeah)
Pop a lil' pussy, shut your mouth, don't sass me
You pass me, catch me lookin' clean on the set (Clean on the set)
Real live Ps keep the mink on the vest (Keep the mink on the vest)
I'm big timin' (I'm big timin'), had to sprinkle finesse (Sprinkle finesse)
Whole crew cap, talkin' Mitchell & Ness, y'all ain't real