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coach - Summrs

coach

Summrs

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Song Introduction

Summrs, an influential figure in the contemporary rap scene, released his track "Coach," which has quickly gained attention for its compelling lyrics and vibrant production. "Coach" delves into themes of mentorship, personal growth, and resilience, showcasing Summrs' ability to blend introspective storytelling with catchy melodies. The song features dynamic beats and emotive vocals, making it a standout piece in his discography. Fans and critics alike have praised "Coach" for its authenticity and depth, solidifying Summrs' reputation as a rising talent in the music industry. As he continues to evolve his sound, "Coach" exemplifies Summrs' commitment to creating meaningful and relatable music.

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Lyric

Thrillboy

Ayy, yeah

Light up the wood in a Range Rove'

Came in this bitch with a raincoat

Tell that boy stay out my lane, coach

That nigga know he a lame, coach

That nigga don't got no aim, coach

The pistol blow out my brains, coach

I'm the same nigga, ain't shit changed, coach

These niggas suck, put me in the game, coach

That bitch actin' like my main, coach

I'm blowin' this bitch like a whistle

The G2, it's a pistol

With the gang, with my kinfolk

Said you want smoke, tell your pin, folk

I'm readin' this bitch like a Kindle

These niggas really think that I ain't 'bout it

She wanna fuck just 'cause I'm clouted

I'm in Ohio, I got this bitch salty

Banana clip, it hang out the .40

I'm with lil' Ben, he ready to blow it

Ripped him apart, granny gotta sew him

This nigga really actin' like I know 'em

These niggas really actin' like I owe 'em

They singin' my songs just like a poem

They didn't believe in me, I had to show 'em

I'm at the top and I been told 'em

I'm off the drugs like Lamar Odom

Might do him dirty, might just Saint Row him

I know this lil' bitch wanna marry me

I might just take you, ain't no guarantee

Summrino might put up for charity (yeah, go)

Light up the wood in a Range Rove'

Came in this bitch with a raincoat

Tell that boy stay out my lane, coach

That nigga know he a lame, coach

That nigga don't got no aim, coach

The pistol blow out my brains, coach

I'm the same nigga, ain't shit changed, coach

These niggas suck, put me in the game, coach

That bitch actin' like my main, coach

I'm blowin' this bitch like a whistle

The G2, it's a pistol

With the gang, with my kinfolk

Said you want smoke, tell your pin, folk

I'm readin' this bitch like a Kindle

These niggas really think that I ain't 'bout it

She wanna fuck just 'cause I'm clouted

I'm in Ohio, I got this bitch salt—

- It's already the end -