UNDEFEATED (feat. Jimmy Groove$)

Whole fit foreign, bitch I'm speaking fluent fashion Acne jeans stackin and margiela on my jacket Watty's a psycho Whole fit foreign, bitch I'm speaking fluent fashion Acne jeans stackin' and margiela on my jacket Lights camera action, all the racks I gotta have it Lost the whole hard drive and came back wit a classic Way I pop out with these hits it got 'em flabbergasted Gang hoggin' all the lanes we stoppin' up the traffic Gold medal inna trap we doin' acrobatics Yeah, yeah, aye, yeah, aye You know how we put it up What we pour, we screwing up What I moved, got my paper up, still it ain't enough Bring yo heart and bring yo lungs, we gone get this money bruh Yeah I really did it, it ain't just because Couldn't keep a dollar for some chips, I was broke as f*ck Went and ran some miles on the road, I stuck to my code Some these dudes really bitch made, they ain't on savage mode Yeah, savage mode where we took it, where it had to go If it's smoke how we burning, let the static go Brodie inna kitchen cookin' fiend casserole Whole team full of bosses, peep the status quo Prayin' that I miss but it's automatic tho Empty pockets went and turnt me to an animal Witta birdie wanna slurp me like a Danimal Life's a bitch don't get played Gotta handle her When I cook, Devin Book, bitch I never miss Married to the trap, go 'n give a pack a kiss New kicks new fit with a Tiffy wrist Made a beat, laid a V, they not doin' this I'm a boss lotta sauce and I been legit Back onna wall stood tall and I never quit Bih did me greasy, I could never trust a hoe It left my heart cold, it's freezing, it's like six-below I got the hot hand, it's like I'm fiendin' for the sco' He really get to tweakin, I would not play wit the Coach I got the sauce and the season you can't by from the sto' Bro got the packs and they reekin' get 'em for the low Every team needa shooter and they needa Coach Undefeated, perfect season, 82-0