Coast 2 Coast Lyrics – Lil Baby
“Coast 2 Coast” is an English-language track created and performed by Lil Baby, Bally Baby, and Fatt Smaxk, released on 7 October 2026. All three of the mentioned artists work on this track not just as performers but also as writers and composers. Thus, collaboration in terms of vocals, lyrics writing and composition between Lil Baby, Bally Baby, and Fatt Smaxk creates unique style of the track. No album for this track is mentioned, thus, “Coast 2 Coast” is an independent English-language track. Name of the track implies movement from one place to another and it can imply themes such as traveling, ambitions, life style, contacts or success over distances, depending on the content of the song. The collaboration of the three artists adds additional value for the track itself. With participation of the artists not only in singing but also in lyrics writing and composition, “Coast 2 Coast” shows the collaborative talent of the Lil Baby, Bally Baby, and Fatt Smaxk.
Coast 2 Coast Song Info
| Song Information | Details |
|---|---|
| Singer | Lil Baby, Bally Baby, Fatt Smaxk |
| Composer | Lil Baby, Bally Baby, Fatt Smaxk |
| Lyrics | Lil Baby, Bally Baby, Fatt Smaxk |
| Album | — |
| Release | 7 Oct 2026 |
| Language | English |
Coast 2 Coast Song Lyrics
Finesse the bank or make a song or a swing a door, that’s how it go
Blood, sweat and tears, I got two kids, that’s what I hustle for
You know damn well we did that first, I just ain’t pressed to post
Four thousand a bottle on cough syrup, I better not catch a cold
He ready to kill about this ho, I never touched her, though
Middle of my hood, a tank top on, I got the muscle, bro
My teacher used to treat me like her son, she knew I was selling dope
I went to prison and broke her heart, I made it, she comment on every post
Me, Rylo, Veeze and Lil Dann The Man, we the Fantastic Four
How you wait this late to be a gangster? Nigga, you too old
Lil DT know I love his ass to death, trapped out his mama house
Lil D had went to prison, I still was hiding shit in his mama house
Mack had died, that shit be having me sick, going to his mama house
How these niggas be claiming they run the city, but they don’t be running ’round?
Boxes coming coast to coast
Too rich for the smoke
I told the opps to let it go—, yeah
Bet’ go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day, it’s coming
Yeah—, yeah
I’m tryna make a half a ticket
I ain’t tripping if it ain’t work
When you spend this type of paper
Trapping man gong come to your door
They know we been had the ups
Nigga, bet’ start keeping score
Fuck you gong do with a plug?
Know these niggas pissy poor
Bro came on a yellow truck
Power plays all the way out in Milwaukee
They pay major bucks
Never had a plug or sold a load?
Can’t relate to us
Twin, get off your ass and take a chance, you’ll probably run it up
Yeah—, okay
Bro put the trust in the mail
Dummy check done broke his heart
I been taking hoes down by the twos
Just like Noah’s Arc
In the trap, tryna swing a door
‘Til the hinges fall apart
Fine shit know I be getting paper
She want me pay for her car
Yeah, I lost Nick and two cups, then lost score, still ain’t had time to cope
Numb my pain with drank, run from my problems, got me beating the road
I got rich from taking risks
I turned up from flushing ‘bows
I been getting my game from Wham
Ain’t nothing bigger than the 4s
Boxes coming coast to coast
Roo rich for the smoke
I told the opps to let it go—, yeah
Bet’ go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day, it’s coming
Yeah—, (Now)
Racks busting out my pocket like a nigga won two settlements
White and red, bitches
On my dick
I went peppermint
Fish bowl when I ride through the city, lil’ nigga, I don’t need no fucking tint
Clutching on that fire
Wrong move
Now you heaven sent
They don’t even know I’m a rapper, but J still
Think I got glass on me
In the HOV lane
Getting some neck
Throwing up Zone 3
Nigga tryna steal my sound, make my young nigga, pull up, hop out, shoot you in the knee
All these boxes on the floor, I’m kicking these bitches around like Bruce Lee
Uh-huh, yeah, huh, , fucking bitch, he don’t need no fefe
Letter to my old ho, your new nigga’ll never be me
Nigga be asking for shit and I ain’t even been a millionaire for a whole week
I’m in this ho with bars, only 3 nigga that got this drop
Boxes coming coast to coast
Too rich for the smoke
I told the opps to let it go—, yeah
Bet’ go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day, it’s coming
Yeah—, yeah
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