Coastin Lyrics

Swim through the desert like sharks, we're pushing fins through the sand

Applying pressure like the ocean, exposing hearts of these men

It's sacrifice and devotion, we bleed on work we put in

We're in the land, New Mex coastin' never riding the trends

Down to the bone, I'm Nuevo, kick it with cholos and gueros

Got your girl losing her religion, but she'll keep the stilettos

They say you're perros, want pedo, aim at your Mero mero

Guns give you roses, bullets slide like velvet out of the metal

Your boy should be draped with them medals, my level's reaching top tier

And when I die shout to the moon, don't you shed you a tear

I stood my ground, I had my shovel, stared at death with no fear

I'll manifest when you press play, you'll feel my soul like I'm here

They made me psycho like Sid, my

Mic presence is so vicious

They tell a story that they beat me, then you know that's fictitious

We sharks swimmin through the fishes, clean your cake off your dishes

I'm sent from hell with well wishes, a beast when that mode switches

Mi corazn de soldado, chop cholos down to carnitas

Tu mami es muy mojada, we smash that bitch like papitas

Pardon me, mamacita, don't mean to leave you in black

But if tu hombre's opposition, he won't ever come back

I'm in that black whip and black mask, them black gloves on that black grip

Them dark sounds turned white noise, that Uber for your last trip

That tight shit kept floating once, them Ziplocs sealed them loose lips

That pirate New Mex coasting, that same clique releasing new clips

Swim through the desert like sharks, we're pushing fins through the sand

Applying pressure like the ocean, exposing hearts of these men

It's sacrifice and devotion, we bleed on work we put in

We're in the land, New Mex coastin' never riding the trends

Yellow and red when I walk by, like I'm waiting on that green light

That Zia's in my bloodline like a vampire on his first bite

I step up to the plate and hit that shit like I'm can't get right

That fuel inside my veins turns into flames inside my windpipe

The pain inside my heart turns into rage and I can't sleep tight

Hunger pangs inside my stomach turns to hunting and it's on sight

Enchant you in the land and wolves will eat you after midnight

The struggle of my life turns into artwork when Mozart writes

Steady dropping them rolas, I'm swerving riding with cholas

I'm rolling up packs of the mota, still packing a loaded pistola

And all our hynas are loca, duck and dodging the chota

We're New Mex coastin' through my city, bubbling up like some soda