Coupe Lyrics

Bitch I'm swervin' in a coupe, not a drop top

Sippin' on that tris, not no wockhardt

My cock hard, my Glock hard

It'll make your heart stop

Demon in the streets and in the sheets

I'm a rap star, not a rock star

Smokin' kush just like a rasta, bitches on my roster

Hit up Olive Garden, need my pasta

You movin' like impostors

I got your bitch screamin' in her bed, I'm a monster

Bad bitches all around me, on me, off me

I got that boy jumpin' out his casket like a zombie

Callin' out his mommy, hitting up his bitch and I'm just tellin' her to call me

Servin' up a eighth, get up off my face

If you need some weed, come up to my place, bitch it's safe, uh

Money in a safe, not the bank

You can come up in my crib if you don't stank

If you ain't got no money, eat a fuckin frank

Bitch I'm swervin' in a coupe, not a drop top

Sippin' on that tris, not no wockhardt

My cock hard, my Glock hard,

It'll make your heart stop

Demon in the streets and in the sheets

I'm a rap star, not a rock star

Smokin' kush just like a rasta, bitches on my roster

Hit up Olive Garden, need my pasta

You movin' like impostors

I got your bitch screamin' at her bed I'm a monster, yeah, yeah