In the Coupe (feat. Gabey Baby)

Hop up in the coupe, imma chop the roof
Diamonds shining blue, imma scoop your boo
She eat me like some food, going to the stu'
Hop up in the booth, link up with my dudes
In my white stang, you know I be switching lanes
Pull up with the gang, Franz and Birdass 'bout to slay
She say she home alone, you know I be on my way
Netflix and chill, she say she down to hang
But I don't do no dates, so now she wanna bang
Now she call bae, oh okay
Drop the top, getting top, she slop to this bop
She hit me in the booth, she fucks with Gabu
I skrt off with your boo, headed to the stu'

Ridin' in the coupe, ridin' in the coupe
Ridin' in the coupe, ridin' in the coupe
Ridin' in the coupe, ridin' in the coupe
Ridin' in the coupe, ridin' in the coupe

You thought the first one was fire
Here we come part two, in the stu'
Birdass

Hop in the coupe, blow out the brains
Switching lanes gripping grain
Suicide doors Kurt Cobain
Picture perfect aint no frame
I'm a playboy just like Carti
Flexing up just like Jeff Hardy
Playing Games no Atari
Pickup your shawty in my 'Rari
You going out sad, you going out sorry
They ask how your flow so gnarly
They ask if I'm stressing I say nah b
Your chick in my section tell her get off me
Birdass back in the booth, and im with Gabu
Just rolled up the booth, gave a puff to your boo
She got passed to the crew
Feel like Tupac got the juice
Pull out the glock and I shoot
Counting my loot like a jew

Ridin' in the coupe, ridin' in the coupe
Ridin' in the coupe, ridin' in the coupe
Ridin' in the coupe, ridin' in the coupe
Ridin' in the coupe, ridin' in the coupe