Rexv2 Youtube
[Intro]
(Yeah)
(I can't get my eyes off you)
[Chorus]
Coupe got no roof (Coupe), coupe got no roof (Coupe)
Coupe got no roof-roof, with my dog like, "Woof, woof"
What up, baby? Okay, she tryna connect like she Bluetooth
Bloody bottom shoe-shoes, bloody bottom soo-woo
Please don't diss my crew too, they might have to do you
Glock, this a .22, but I call that two-two
Pussy boy, you tutu, control this ho like YouTube
Control this—, pfft
Long time comin', bag hit, thumbin'
Mag spit, dump it, that Act-47 a trumpet
f..ck up, you ain't talkin' 'bout them hundreds
First down on my niggas, gon' punt it
First down on my niggas, gon' punt it
Gon' rush it, gon' get us a hundred, huh
[Verse]
We signing that deal for some money, yeah
You sign that lil' shit, you a dummy
Lil' bitch, you already know how I'm comin'
Them AB niggas, you know who done it
Girls all over my body, yeah, they f..ck out the cabs, pfft
We ridin' around, sticks in the passy (Pfft), bitch, I kill 'em like Buffy the Body
Twinin' to killin', he don't know nothin' 'bout it, huh
Ooh, ooh, you don't really (Lil' bitch)
You don't really wanna tag toe, you don't really wanna tag toe (Toe)
You don't really wanna tag roll (Roll)
Young nigga, know I can't go against the code
I'd give my life if it would save all the bros
Real money on go, slide, nobody knows
Whippin' Honda Accord, now I ride in the Rolls (Ride in the Rolls)
I know that dry shit got highs and lows
How does the kid just sign and ghost?
Tryna be gangster, his body went cold
I'm aimin' that sniper right side of his nose
Wippin' this pot, I get bread I suppose
I'll f..ck up a brick, I'll f..ck up the stove (Fuck up a brick)
[Chorus]
Coupe got no roof (Coupe), coupe got no roof (Coupe)
Coupe got no roof-roof, with my dog like, "Woof, woof"
What up, baby? Okay, she tryna connect like she Bluetooth
Bloody bottom shoe-shoes, bloody bottom soo-woo
Please don't diss my crew too, they might have to do you
Glock, this a .22, but I call that two-two
Pussy boy, you tutu, control this ho like YouTube
Control this—, pfft
Long time comin', bag hit, thumbin'
Mag spit, dump it, that Act-47 a trumpet
f..ck up, you ain't talkin' 'bout them hundreds
First down on my niggas, gon' punt it
First down on my niggas, gon' punt it
Gon' rush it, gon' get us a hundred, uh
