[Hook]
I got a bitch in the coupe (ooh)
She let me hit then i swoop (ooh)
I won’t keep you in the loop (never)
Don’t even gimme the loot (ever)
Run it up fast
Before all the hundreds beat you in the dash wooh
Gun up the cash
Fuck on a bitch and then i had to dash ooh
[Verse 1: Lync Lone]
All this money got me twitching like tourette’s
Keep a bad yellow bitch around just to give me neck
Got a bitch off the percocet i kicked her out the crib
Got a bitch off a blunt or two i tell her where i live
Ooh
It’s automatic
Look at the blade and then you start to panic
Like god damnit
Lync just killed another fuckin rapper
Like aw man i can’t keep slaughtering these fuckin actors
I’m too nice but to play this game you got be a bastard
Blinding bezels on my bitch skinny wrist
Tommy watch with the gold shit is oh so legit
Aw shit
Got the bentley truck i keep a sheet in it
And i keep my shit lowkey except for when she feelin it
Fucker
Beat on a eat on a thot raw
That shit is not what i came for
Racking it back in a hoe door
Runnin eem up cause i been poor
My shooters don’t want you that’s waste of life
I’m in the backwoods wit a blade a knife
You pussies you might just get slayed tonight
I got some backwoods and a whole lot of paper right
Uh i do the digital dash
You don’t get bitches i hit and i smash
Flow with the rollie i’m scraping this cash
Up from like nothing see me wit a stash
And all these shots is aiming for ya head
Ending up dead fuck all the feds
Counting this bread bounty on heads
Riding around in a two seater yeah
[Hook]
I got a bitch in the coupe (ooh)
She let me hit then i swoop (ooh)
I won’t keep you in the loop (never)
Don’t even gimme the loot (ever)
Run it up fast
Before all the hundreds beat you in the dash wooh
Gun up the cash
Fuck on a bitch and then i had to dash ooh