Coupe ft. Sy Woodz Lyrics

Coupe

I pull that bitch out the lot wit my gang, kno the guys finna shoot (on god)

She wanna see me, ain't wastin no time, take a honey pack like I'm winnie the pooh

Watch what you post on the gram they be federal, tell all my dawgs not to give em a clue (at all)

Smokin opp pack, bitch I'm geeked in the stu

Shit, yea bitch you know what I do

I'm poppin my shit with a capital P like I'm payne (like I'm payne)

Slime you out if you speak on my name

I make shawty cream like my name was Wu Tang (like I'm tang)

And she luv when I fuck on ha brain

You wifin that hoe that aint part of the game (at all)

Off that porch I got use to that rain

The coupe got no ceilings I call this bitch wayne, red guts outside cocaine

Op

Said I fell off luh bitch stop, Doing the dash fuck the cops

Cooling me off I'm too hot, Uppin this bih hit yo block (pop yo shit twin)

You know that we spinning that shit (pop yo shit twin)

Tellin me how I dont luv, I put that shit on, it don't matter just take me a pic (take me a flick)

Ms daisy benz aint pose to be doing 140, don't matter this bitch gotta kick (skrrtt)

And I'm sippin diana aint tryna be clean (hell no)

That aint za I ain't tryna be mean (nah, nah, nah, nah)

Addicted to benji's, I'm sum like a fiend (them grants)

And I'm itchin to put on my team

24 hit 8 of niggas like bean (Kobe)

Sacramento we go up the beam

My money stand tall, we call it yao ming (tall as fuck)

And I don't give a fuck, if a nigga wanna speak on my name then he leavin wit trauma

Luh kellio don't do no drama

The whole fit is thrifted, I got this shit out rag-o-rama (I put that shit on)

Hoped in bombing shit like osama bin laden

Push up to the function like jack, shi whats poppin (shit wusspoppin)

Them bitches bullshit, we call they ass stalin

Don't like pre owned foreigns, aint a option

And this aint bout coupes, yea man that bitch got hella mileage (on god)

Coupe

I pull that bitch out the lot wit my gang, kno the guys finna shoot

She wanna see me, ain't wasting no time

Take a honey pack like I'm winnie the pooh (pop yo shit twin)

Watch what you post on the gram they be federal, tell all my dawgs not to give em a clue (at all)

Smokin opp pack, bitch I'm geeked in the stu

Shit, yea bitch you know what I do (yea bitch you know what I do)

I'm poppin my shit with a capital P like I'm payne (like I'm payne)

Slime you out if you speak on my name

I make shawty cream like my name was Wu Tang (like tang)

And she luv when I fuck on ha brain

You wifin that hoe that aint part of the game (at all)

Off that porch I got use to that rain

The coupe got no ceilings I call this bitch wayne, red guts outside cocaine

The windows was tinted, can't see what it's lookin like

I been mixing codeine with a lot of sprite

I saw your bitch and now she's gettin hit tonight

When it comes to the rest of my crib tonight

Bitch we got Glocks, so why would we hit tonight

Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks

Bitch its lil Sy, open up the pit tonight

Bitch, inside, I got all of my grind

They was hatin' but not takin' mine

That's your bitch, couldn't tell by the signs

Niggas better read between the lines

I was outside when niggas was not

Fuckin shit up, ain't whippin no pot

They like Sy, I need you a lot

Not givin shit out, not even no aux

Niggas pussy not on no damn block

I swear that I don't control that shit

And I'm walkin around town with a coolin kit

Got a bad ass bitch and she suckin dick

Made a movie with her, it's a porno flick

And I swear to God, she got some big ass tits

I wit kel, and I swear that we sprayin' shit

Ha, ha, layin' shit, yeah

Coupe

I pull that bitch out the lot wit my gang, kno the guys finna shoot

She wanna see me, ain't wasting no time

Take a honey pack like I'm winnie the pooh (pop yo shit twin)

Watch what you post on the gram they be federal, tell all my dawgs not to give em a clue (at all)

Smokin opp pack, bitch I'm geeked in the stu

Shit, yea bitch you know what I do (yea bitch you know what I do)

I'm poppin my shit with a capital P like I'm payne (like I'm payne)

Slime you out if you speak on my name

I make shawty cream like my name was Wu Tang (like tang)

And she luv when I fuck on ha brain

You wifin that hoe that aint part of the game (at all)

Off that porch I got use to that rain

The coupe got no ceilings I call this bitch wayne, red guts outside cocaine