“Coast 2 Coast” is a promotional single from American rapper, singer, and songwriter Lil Baby‘s fifth studio album, Fresh Prince of Atlanta. ^{[1] [2] [3]}

It features American rappers (from Atlanta, Georgia), Bally Baby, & Fatt Smaxk.^{[5] [6] [7]}

The Official Music Video premiered Wednesday, October 7^th, 2026^[1], via Lil Baby’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: ZachOnTheTrack.^[4]

The song written by: Lil Baby, Bally Baby, & Fatt Smaxk.^[4]

Song: #Coast2Coast

Artist: #LilBaby #BallyBaby #FattSmaxk

Album: #FreshPrinceOfAtlanta

^Explicit

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“Coast 2 Coast” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by Lil Baby, Bally Baby, Fatt Smaxk:

Intro
(Mama, Zachary makin’ beats again)

Verse 1: Lil Baby
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 d*** well we did that first, I just ain’t pressed to post
Four thousand a bottle on ***** *****, I better not catch a cold
He ready to kill about this h**, 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? n****, you too old
Lil DT know I love his a** to death, trapped out his mama house
Lil D had went to prison, I still was hidin’ s*** in his mama house
Mack had died, that s*** be havin’ me sick, going to his mama house
How these n***** be claiming they run the city, but they don’t be running ’round?

Chorus: Lil Baby
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, n****, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day, it’s coming, yeah, yeah

Verse 2: Bally Baby
I’m tryna make a half a ticket (Yeah)
I ain’t trippin’ if it ain’t work
When you spend this type of paper, trappin’ man gon’ come to your door
They know we been had the ups (Yeah), n****, bet’ start keeping score
Fuck you gon’ do with a plug? Know these n***** pissy poor (Let’s go)
Bro came on a yellow truck (Ayy)
Power plays all the way out in Milwaukee, they pay major bucks (Ayy)
Never had a plug or sold a load? Can’t relate to us (Uh-uh)
Twin, get off your a** and take a chance, you’ll probably run it up (Ayy, get it together, n****)
Yeah, okay (Yeah)
Bro put the trust in the mail, dummy check done broke his heart (Yeah)
I been taking hoes down by the twos, just like Noah’s Arc (That no cap)
In the trap, tryna swing a door ’til the hinges fall apart (Yeah)
Fine s*** know I be gettin’ 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 (Ah-ah)
Numb my pain with drank, run from my problems, got me beatin’ the road
I got rich from taking risks, I turned up from flushing ‘bows (Yeah)
I been gettin’ my game from Wham, ain’t nothin’ bigger than the 4s

Chorus: Lil Baby & Fatt Smaxk
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, n****, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day, it’s coming, yeah, yeah (Now, now)

Verse 3: Fatt Smaxk
Racks bustin’ out my pocket like a n**** won two settlements
White and red b****** on my d***, I went peppermint
Fish bowl when I ride through the city, lil’ n****, I don’t need no f*****’ tint
Clutchin’ 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
N**** tryna steal my sound, make my young n****, pull up, hop out, shoot you in the knee
All these boxes on the floor, I’m kickin’ these b****** around like Bruce Lee
Uh-huh, yeah, huh, [broke down lil’ bro ?], f*****’ b****, he don’t need no fefe
Letter to my old ho, your new n****’ll never be me
N**** be askin’ for s*** and I ain’t even been a millionaire for a whole week
I’m in this h** with bars, only 3 n**** that got this drop

Chorus: Lil Baby
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, n****, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day, it’s coming, yeah, yeah

Writer(s): Lil Baby, Bally Baby, & Fatt Smaxk
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