Coupe-y whip
Bucket seats
I just threw
My back out
I cant hear
Em' niggas talking
All up
In the background
I just threw
A whole
Rack down
On an iced
Jag now
Pulled up
Out the
God damn
Dealer with
My f*cking
Top down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
My top down
My top down
Well look
Who got the
Guap now
My top down
My top down
The one they
Tried to chop
Down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
(Yea)
Ima give you
The run down
Show you niggas
How to do it
Now
See you smiling
When I come
Around
But I know
That shit
Is illegitimate
So don't even
Try to hit
Me with it
A lot of
People
Gonna promise
Things
Moving cold
Till you in
A mink
Never see
You for what
You are
Moving shady
To you till'
You come a star
Supernova burn
The fake ones
I'm blowing up
With my
Day ones
Cashing out
When the check
Come
Sit back
Eating raisin rum
On the tree
Branch
And the
Spliff ah bun
Big head till'
We drop dead
Wake up and
Spend more bread
Wake up
On the
Get back
Hit the stu
Once and I
Spin that
Living in
It like a
Lab rat
Experimenting
Till' it
Hit back
Test test
And I check
That
Sounding right
And I dump
That
Engineer
Like a quarterback
I'm the runningback
And I'm in that
Gap
(Yea)
Touchdown
Now I'm bugging
Niggas out
They ain't wanna
See me take
This route
They ain't wanna
See me
With this clout
Na
(Na)
Now they wanna
Say they know
Me now
Keep that
To yaself and
Hold it down
Coming up
Ya never came
Around
Memories
Ima reveal
And I can't deny
Fake niggas
Growing up
Analyzed
Them well
Ima just separate
Myself
For I end
Up in a cell
(Yea, don't want that)
I was going
40 at a young
Age
I was so dumb
Where was
My brain
(Yea)
Coupe-y whip
Bucket seats
I just threw
My back out
I cant hear
Em' niggas talking
All up
In the background
I just threw
A whole
Rack down
On an iced
Jag now
Pulled up
Out the
God damn
Dealer with
My f*cking
Top down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
My top down
My top down
Well look
Who got the
Guap now
My top down
My top down
The one they
Tried to chop
Down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
(Yea)
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Coupe-y whip
Bucket seats
I just threw
My back out
I cant hear
Em' niggas talking
All up
In the background
I just threw
A whole
Rack down
On an iced
Jag now
Pulled up
Out the
God damn
Dealer with
My f*cking
Top down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
My top down
My top down
Well look
Who got the
Guap now
My top down
My top down
The one they
Tried to chop
Down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
(Yea)
Ima give you
The run down
Show you niggas
How to do it
Now
See you smiling
When I come
Around
But I know
That shit
Is illegitimate
So don't even
Try to hit
Me with it
A lot of
People
Gonna promise
Things
Moving cold
Till you in
A mink
Never see
You for what
You are
Moving shady
To you till'
You come a star
Supernova burn
The fake ones
I'm blowing up
With my
Day ones
Cashing out
When the check
Come
Sit back
Eating raisin rum
On the tree
Branch
And the
Spliff ah bun
Big head till'
We drop dead
Wake up and
Spend more bread
Wake up
On the
Get back
Hit the stu
Once and I
Spin that
Living in
It like a
Lab rat
Experimenting
Till' it
Hit back
Test test
And I check
That
Sounding right
And I dump
That
Engineer
Like a quarterback
I'm the runningback
And I'm in that
Gap
(Yea)
Touchdown
Now I'm bugging
Niggas out
They ain't wanna
See me take
This route
They ain't wanna
See me
With this clout
Na
(Na)
Now they wanna
Say they know
Me now
Keep that
To yaself and
Hold it down
Coming up
Ya never came
Around
Memories
Ima reveal
And I can't deny
Fake niggas
Growing up
Analyzed
Them well
Ima just separate
Myself
For I end
Up in a cell
(Yea, don't want that)
I was going
40 at a young
Age
I was so dumb
Where was
My brain
(Yea)
Coupe-y whip
Bucket seats
I just threw
My back out
I cant hear
Em' niggas talking
All up
In the background
I just threw
A whole
Rack down
On an iced
Jag now
Pulled up
Out the
God damn
Dealer with
My f*cking
Top down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
My top down
My top down
Well look
Who got the
Guap now
My top down
My top down
The one they
Tried to chop
Down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
(Yea)
Bucket seats
I just threw
My back out
I cant hear
Em' niggas talking
All up
In the background
I just threw
A whole
Rack down
On an iced
Jag now
Pulled up
Out the
God damn
Dealer with
My f*cking
Top down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
My top down
My top down
Well look
Who got the
Guap now
My top down
My top down
The one they
Tried to chop
Down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
(Yea)
Ima give you
The run down
Show you niggas
How to do it
Now
See you smiling
When I come
Around
But I know
That shit
Is illegitimate
So don't even
Try to hit
Me with it
A lot of
People
Gonna promise
Things
Moving cold
Till you in
A mink
Never see
You for what
You are
Moving shady
To you till'
You come a star
Supernova burn
The fake ones
I'm blowing up
With my
Day ones
Cashing out
When the check
Come
Sit back
Eating raisin rum
On the tree
Branch
And the
Spliff ah bun
Big head till'
We drop dead
Wake up and
Spend more bread
Wake up
On the
Get back
Hit the stu
Once and I
Spin that
Living in
It like a
Lab rat
Experimenting
Till' it
Hit back
Test test
And I check
That
Sounding right
And I dump
That
Engineer
Like a quarterback
I'm the runningback
And I'm in that
Gap
(Yea)
Touchdown
Now I'm bugging
Niggas out
They ain't wanna
See me take
This route
They ain't wanna
See me
With this clout
Na
(Na)
Now they wanna
Say they know
Me now
Keep that
To yaself and
Hold it down
Coming up
Ya never came
Around
Memories
Ima reveal
And I can't deny
Fake niggas
Growing up
Analyzed
Them well
Ima just separate
Myself
For I end
Up in a cell
(Yea, don't want that)
I was going
40 at a young
Age
I was so dumb
Where was
My brain
(Yea)
Coupe-y whip
Bucket seats
I just threw
My back out
I cant hear
Em' niggas talking
All up
In the background
I just threw
A whole
Rack down
On an iced
Jag now
Pulled up
Out the
God damn
Dealer with
My f*cking
Top down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
My top down
My top down
Well look
Who got the
Guap now
My top down
My top down
The one they
Tried to chop
Down
My top down
My top down
I pulled up
With my top
Down
(Yea)
Writer: FEMKE, JIMMIE ALLEN, TATE HOWELL, FEMKE WEIDEMA
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.