[Intro: CoachDaGhost]

I might just pull up with Freshy, chessy (ThatboyStats)

Shit'll get messy

Bag his head, so it's next to jets

6.27, M.I.S., we the best, see?

You get got for dissin', we ain't politickin'

See us workin' hard, that's 'cause we got a mission

For all the nights we had frostbite

Gettin high, spittin' rhymes in my mama's kitchen

[Verse 1: Freshy DaGeneral & CoachDaGhost]

Shine, lights off for the B, lil' 'queeze on the side

You already know, got a beam to the side

If the opps pull up, put some heat to the ride

Tuck the whole grip, I'm a demon with mine

Same niggas sayin', "Can I get a piece of thе pie?"

Backdoor, boy you know Cho three with nine

If we maskеd up, they don't know who did it

Every nigga talk, now we gotta get it

I don't give a fuck this pain, gotta feel it

And I swear we pushin' niggas to this limit

I ain't givin' passes, anybody get it

Throw that boy a mask, everybody spinnin'

[Verse 2: CoachDaGhost]

Just make sure that y'all keep the same energy

All my opps soft, I know they remember me

Shots on shots like I'm sponsored by Hennessy (Rrah, rrah)

I'm hot, they not, but they feelin' me (I'm hot)

I got GD's jacking me in Tennessee (Twirl, twirl)

Just for free you could turn to a memory

Nigga, please when my killers grieve

You the first one to plead, you won't get to squeeze

I hit Freshy like, "Brodie, I think it's time" (What's cho'ing on?)

They don't like it, but soon they gon' get in line

And you know we the Choo, we the ghost

And if numbers don't lie (Cho that, Cho that), can I ask, "is you niggas blind"?

Trigger finger itchin', I don't shoot from distance

2020 vision, no, you won't let it shine (Nope)

If you step, we gon' slide, put your lights out

Back-to-back drills, so you know we got nice routes (Skrrt, skrrt)

Matter of fact, we gon' purge, leave 'em wiped out

Better not be thinkin' 'bout pullin' no knife out

Smash the treesh off the party on me

She keep starin' at all of my teeth 'cause they iced out (Why?)

Then I'm all in her cheeks, give her back to the streets

Now she callin' my phone, tell her, "Pipe down"

[Verse 3: Freshy DaGeneral]

When they see us, put your jokes to the side

'Cause they know I go when the folks in the ride

On my side, bro, you better not creep

Them niggas tryna hide, we will not see

It don't really take too much for us to leave

Came with three shooters, we ain't come to creep

Look, got Coach on the side

Hit 'em, then we Ghost

First nigga move, turn his ass to toast, we ain't playin' wit' 'em

If we're throwin' shots, the opps' playin' wit' 'em

If that's your mans, then you ain' layin' with him

Brodie gotta ball, watch you wit' that shot

That shit ain't a warnin', he was tryna bounce

So you know we scored

He ain't die today, he die by the morning

[Verse 4: CoachDaGhost]

He got hit in his head, he was flossin' (Rrah)

Caution, since we livin' (Woo K), righteous walkin' (Hah)

You nauseous, sick of seein' all these dead opps

In my dream, I can still hear them coughing

It's the forfeit, racks not important

Not surprised, I closed my eyes and see coffins

Now that we ball, we gon' treat it like Spalding (Twril, twril)

Talkin' money, only way we indulgin' (Shine)

I told Chody just watch for informants (Watch 'em)

Kid you not, i'ma give them a warnin' (Warning)

Earn your spot, got a focus on guap

But just stay with your shotgun, soon you gon' be tourin'

Ten toes, stay down, now we all win

If we shoot, just be cool, we not fools

'Cause them cameras might work, be easy when you tossin' (Be Easy)

Say my name, I can't wait 'til I off 'em (Can't wait)

On our way to the top, we on offense

Now we shine so bright, plus the time feel right

I remember days when it was pourin' (I remember)

Check that boy, you see me really scorin'

Can't compete with them Cho boys

Need a Rolls Royce (Skrrt), so I can do the cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt)

6.27 the set, why would I lie?

M.I.S. on the flesh, then it's my guy (My guy)

Got me sighin', I'm sorry

If we see a threat in this party, his ass goin' bye-bye (Rrah, rrah, bye-bye)

He got hit wit' lead, paint the picture red

As he slowly bled from his māthā (Māthā)

It was understood, that ain't gotta be said

Me and Freshy fled, we like shottas (Shottas)

(How you know?)

Now we got a new pack, the type you gotta mix with grabba

We still ride with a few straps, I guess that they knew that

The big influence come proper

The chosen child, the rap doctor

If you don't believe it, check the roster

Shine