COUPE JUICE
Louis Vuitton, come see what we on
I'm yung don doing numbers like Issac Newton
Runnin up a bag why you hoes mad
I don't care what you say
Woah don't touch da display
You obey
100 round spray
To ya face
Das da race
Homies cryin
Caught um lyin
Niggas dyin
Dats Hot summer
You ain't surviving
You ain't no lion
Then you dying
So Pray cause pray
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Wit da thirty two
Alley oop
Fuck da rules
And tho schools
Niggas teach me nun
So said fuck em
Got a bag den got another
Dats on mother
Why you slippin
Boi You lucky I ain't trippin
But I'm still gripin cause I'm neva slippin
Ain't use to have shit
Now my life on dripp
Free chopstick
Asain gang in dis bitch
Hope I never see u
My shit goin dip
You fuckin snitch
I will not forget
Can't wait tell I'm rich
With the fuckin click
Bitches on my dick
But the mentality make me sick
16 wit the bag
Cause I didn't lag
Now you hoes mad cause I really Really lag
But I'm doing me, bigger bigger Bigger thing
How you hoes mad cause I really Really lag
But I'm doing me, bigger bigger Bigger bags
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
I'm yung don doing numbers like Issac Newton
Runnin up a bag why you hoes mad
I don't care what you say
Woah don't touch da display
You obey
100 round spray
To ya face
Das da race
Homies cryin
Caught um lyin
Niggas dyin
Dats Hot summer
You ain't surviving
You ain't no lion
Then you dying
So Pray cause pray
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Wit da thirty two
Alley oop
Fuck da rules
And tho schools
Niggas teach me nun
So said fuck em
Got a bag den got another
Dats on mother
Why you slippin
Boi You lucky I ain't trippin
But I'm still gripin cause I'm neva slippin
Ain't use to have shit
Now my life on dripp
Free chopstick
Asain gang in dis bitch
Hope I never see u
My shit goin dip
You fuckin snitch
I will not forget
Can't wait tell I'm rich
With the fuckin click
Bitches on my dick
But the mentality make me sick
16 wit the bag
Cause I didn't lag
Now you hoes mad cause I really Really lag
But I'm doing me, bigger bigger Bigger thing
How you hoes mad cause I really Really lag
But I'm doing me, bigger bigger Bigger bags
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
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Writer(s): Korbyn Aoyama
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