Lyrics:
name is Coach Bud
Like my name is Coach Bud
Fly out the Hawks, yeah bring on Trae Young
Yeah I've been balling like Milwaukee Bucks
No we ain't stopping
the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out
This ain't for you big willies, this is for my small paws
Thuggin' wit guns in they draws
Go against the grain, break all
one million of your fake fanatics behind me
I keep it grimy; chase me you will never find me
I take you out for two or three minutes you can time me
Take 'em up, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead)
Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine a bald head (head)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
You
in me, cause you are the best baby.
And if I had to do it again (I'll still choose you girl)
You bring out the best in me, 'cause you are the best
luck
Call a play, huddle up
Oh no, made the wrong call (Call it)
Bring your friends, fuck em' all (Woah)
I might make you call a time out (Out
missin' somethin'
Finest team in the city it was nothin' for me to come
Bring Tha City Out
We need somethin' to Bring Tha City Out
We need somethin' to get
Withdraws looking real heavy, no lean
My team is betting on me
But you can just bet on the team
We gonna blow up the scene
Bout' to be stuck in your head
Like
Johnny Depp in blow hoe
you know my plan.
Down in Mexico,
I’m buying everything.
You need a quote?
Meet me at Jokes and Notes
At Meechie show.
Cellphones
the cash (Bring me the cash)
B-E-N-Z A-T-L coming in the game giving em hell
They hooked on this, hooked on me you would think they were under a spell
I A-M
a bill
Now it's God will, like a ex-crack head said
I'm like a fed, stuck in my head be the real information
What out for Satan, waitin' for you
the jeans be cut
Rick Owen socks, Rick Owen for the dubs
Bitch I fly to Greece and you know I kept the stubs
Giannis 34 and I'm playing for the Bucks
What
the best at
Whatever you do and that's my
Mentality i believed that
I was the best in the world at what I ever
Did and I had the motivation that was needed
Bring Me Down (Oh yeah)
Bring Me Down, Bring Me Down, Bring Me Down (Oh yeah)
Bring Me Down, Bring Me Down, Bring Me Down (Oh yeah)
Profoundly fueled by
popping
Go and pick him up
That boy slumped
Check him in the doctor
When they drop them bucks
The only time I bring
That reaper out me
I been speaking
(Bring 'em out, it's hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) TI
hall, yes y'all
A crazy motherfucker makin' death calls
Just bring me my brother and we leavin'
For every minute you stall, one of y'all bleedin'
can't believe I done made it this far (hey)
Can't touch me when I'm in my zone
Came too far to sell my soul
When you gon' give me the respect I'm
If you're on me, come buck me live
You talk like you want my guts
So spill them out, little man, come try
You say that you got your guys ghosty
But
news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Speaking out
me
I'm easing on the Glock like, "What up, hop"
Buck's pulling out on cops cause I want free Glocks
What the fuck, bring your bitch-ass type brigade
me
I'm easing on the Glock like, "What up, hop"
Buck's pulling out on cops cause I want free Glocks
What the fuck, bring your bitch-ass type brigade
the great room (Yeah)
Don't bring knives to the gunfight
We bring knives to the day room
North side, right by the Popeye's, popped out
Ran from the cops
Okay
I like this beat right here
Check me out
Okay okay, ay ay
Let’s keep it goin
Yeah you know I’m bout to go in
Swear that I won’t ever stop
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