Children of Lir - #SOUTHCOAST lyrics

{chorus: children of lir} Got north face in the south coast Laid back in the outpost Sat there in the barbershop With a dead trim like the catacombs Too cold, put the rads up Too slow, gotta catch up Blue gold, yeah, the racks up And we keep the blue, no hand-ups North face in the south coast Laid back in the outpost Sat there in the barbershop With a dead trim like the catacombs Too cold, put the rads up Too slow, gotta catch up Blue gold, yeah, the racks up And we keep the blue, no hand-ups {verse 1: westwood menace} We be coming from the south coast We got money don't need to boast And she pull up like she don't need a quotе Brennan's she got the bеst of both Today's bread today we don't need the toast Don't you know that she is a dote And we killed the verse like it's a murder she wrote Under the tree and it's evergreen Pull up in a maserati, it's my kinda party And it's looking hella clean Living life like i set the scene She said westwood "what the fu*k you mean?" I was sat beside the girl of my dreams In some skinny jeans, in some skinny jeans {verse 2: menthiesel} You got a boyfriend? i kinda ship it I could tell stories but i won't exhibit He got a problem, he's making the hitlist I'm calling up evan, he's making a visit I got a hood on my head and some gloves on my hands I'm like ezio sat in a civic Children of lir going up And children of lir doing business She texted my number And i still don't know how she found out my digits She's liking my lyrics She likes what i say And i like her appearance We're having dmc's we go back to the future But not to the old ways Tryna fit a 2 month plan into 14 days {bridge: menthiesel} This is the south coast This is the way we live so you better take notes 1, 2, 3, 4 {chorus: children of lir} Got north face in the south coast Laid back in the outpost Sat there in the barbershop With a dead trim like the catacombs Too cold, put the rads up Too slow, gotta catch up Blue gold, yeah, the racks up And we keep the blue, no hand-ups North face in the south coast Laid back in the outpost Sat there in the barbershop With a dead trim like the catacombs Too cold, put the rads up Too slow, gotta catch up Blue gold, yeah, the racks up And we keep the blue, no hand-ups {verse 3: westwood menace} Give an inch, take a mile Counting shots and we're blurring lines Counting blue, she got calvin kleins Got inches she gotta take her time Iron fist, ice on the wrist I'm starting to think that ye get the gist Stop nagging at us to get on the list Got 40 calls and they're staying missed It's better than this Late nights paying off so you know we can't call it quits 1 in the chamber no chance that we're gonna miss See it, i cop it, that girl is no longer his She hears it she wants it Our music is promising Less than a year and we're gonna be prominent Mixing these tracks and these flows got adrenaline In the name westwood, caught breaking and entering {verse 4: menthiesel} I got kinda bored so i threw on my coat And i bought me a boat Now we're tearing up k-town Getting the south on a wave now Switching up tiers like a breakdown Right now i'm tryna go crazy 'cause i got the ot and i got the coco Coco chanel 'cause we're here in the double c And we're going loco Woah You already know This is how we do it in the fu*king south coast We've been making blue But keep it on the low Back to back Going toe to toe {bridge: menthiesel} This is the south coast This is the way we live so you better take notes 1, 2, 3, 4 {chorus: children of lir} Got north face in the south coast Laid back in the outpost Sat there in the barbershop With a dead trim like the catacombs Too cold, put the rads up Too slow, gotta catch up Blue gold, yeah, the racks up And we keep the blue, no hand-ups North face in the south coast Laid back in the outpost Sat there in the barbershop With a dead trim like the catacombs Too cold, put the rads up Too slow, gotta catch up Blue gold, yeah, the racks up And we keep the blue, no hand-ups