Drop Top Coupe
Bitch said she aint got friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint got friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint got friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint got friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Babygirl u aint no snack
Cause all my niggas had a bite
Rolling through the night
Sippin on sprite
Rolling through the night
It's a red light
Slide up beside, it's a homicide
Talkin bout thousand dollar steak
Boy you never eat no steak
Only popeyes, Why u gotta lie
Same ol bitch, and she the same ol snitch
Nigga wear the same ol fit, Wit the same ol wrist
Gettin' hot, but my heart feeling colder
Youngboy but im just getting older
Choppa knock off, your head and your shoulders
Im in his hair, like head and shoulders
All on me, and i tell her to hold up
Try to hold me, you know i aint stoppin
Used to diss cause i wont take her shoppin
Now she want me cause young nigga poppin
Being broke was just never an option
Now i just want the green, like its boston
Drop top benz, drop top coupe
Wheres yo aim, shooters gon shot
Niggas just mad, talk dat shit
Where's yo deal, what's yo ish
Say im a clown, but yo ex fuck me
Say im a clown, but yo ex fuck me
Guess she a clown, cause she fucked the whole team
Nigga speaks facts when you come for me, Yaww
Bitch said she aint go no friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint go no friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint go no friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint go no friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint got friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint got friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint got friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Babygirl u aint no snack
Cause all my niggas had a bite
Rolling through the night
Sippin on sprite
Rolling through the night
It's a red light
Slide up beside, it's a homicide
Talkin bout thousand dollar steak
Boy you never eat no steak
Only popeyes, Why u gotta lie
Same ol bitch, and she the same ol snitch
Nigga wear the same ol fit, Wit the same ol wrist
Gettin' hot, but my heart feeling colder
Youngboy but im just getting older
Choppa knock off, your head and your shoulders
Im in his hair, like head and shoulders
All on me, and i tell her to hold up
Try to hold me, you know i aint stoppin
Used to diss cause i wont take her shoppin
Now she want me cause young nigga poppin
Being broke was just never an option
Now i just want the green, like its boston
Drop top benz, drop top coupe
Wheres yo aim, shooters gon shot
Niggas just mad, talk dat shit
Where's yo deal, what's yo ish
Say im a clown, but yo ex fuck me
Say im a clown, but yo ex fuck me
Guess she a clown, cause she fucked the whole team
Nigga speaks facts when you come for me, Yaww
Bitch said she aint go no friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint go no friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint go no friends
Drop top coupe top benz
Bitch said she aint go no friends
Drop top coupe top benz
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Writer(s): 4k Youngboyy
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