Space Coupe Rocket
(You know I had to hop in the studio, we just havin' fun man)
(They ain't ready for this one)
(Sean Dinan)
(Yeah)
They call me Young Jeev and I'm poppin'
Run the money up, now we adding up the profits
Living like it's Batman and Robin, feel like Bruce Wayne stacking bands on a space Coupe rocket
And if Virgil drop I'm copping -- shorty hit my line I had to tell that hoe to stop it
(Stop it)
(No)
I ain't with the bullshit, I just want the noggin'
Nah that's cap, I can't fuck with no hoe, know I'm staying in my zone I'm on a roll and I'm so locked in
Whipping in the Rolls Wraith coupe with the stars up on the roof and the hood got it Droppin'
I run the game like its boxing, when an opp' pulls up then you know I'm already weaving And bobbing
5-0 dubs like I'm Mayweather, now we live an empire life with a whole lotta options
Breathe slow, and If I hit it I don't know
(Oh oh)
Oh no, now I'm flying out control
Breathe slow, and If I hit it I don't know
(Oh oh)
Oh no, now I'm flying out control
Every single time I saw someone talking about Jeev in the studio, issa whole lotta Fucking cap coming from their mouth dawg
I can't say I'm surprised tho, that's usually how the bullshit goes when you try something New
Fuck all that noise though, Imma keep running the bands up and they gon' keep runnin Their mouths
It's a simple process man, Imma just keep doing my thing regardless and keep that laser Focus
(Let's Go!)
Now I got the game in my palm, in my reticle
They think I'm smokin' street, but we really got the medical
Yeah I call myself professional, all we see is bottom lines and decimals, first place hoe I Just want the pedestal
Seeing hundred triple-o in the crowd at the festival, wearing Louis head to toe and the Drip is so impeccable
But it ain't the bands in my vision, it's the spirit and the plans I be feeling 5 dimensional
Whole team movin' through the opps and the mob, yeah you know we got the gas and The pack undetectable
Now I got ya bitch feeding grapes and it's plentiful, yeah the money stretch never Thought I'd call it flexible
Stop the disrespect and the cap or I'll pull up with the gat, bow bow, bitch shot to the Skeletal
And I got my name known by teachers and you know they never thought that they'd see It get so muhfuckin' credible
(They ain't ready for this one)
(Sean Dinan)
(Yeah)
They call me Young Jeev and I'm poppin'
Run the money up, now we adding up the profits
Living like it's Batman and Robin, feel like Bruce Wayne stacking bands on a space Coupe rocket
And if Virgil drop I'm copping -- shorty hit my line I had to tell that hoe to stop it
(Stop it)
(No)
I ain't with the bullshit, I just want the noggin'
Nah that's cap, I can't fuck with no hoe, know I'm staying in my zone I'm on a roll and I'm so locked in
Whipping in the Rolls Wraith coupe with the stars up on the roof and the hood got it Droppin'
I run the game like its boxing, when an opp' pulls up then you know I'm already weaving And bobbing
5-0 dubs like I'm Mayweather, now we live an empire life with a whole lotta options
Breathe slow, and If I hit it I don't know
(Oh oh)
Oh no, now I'm flying out control
Breathe slow, and If I hit it I don't know
(Oh oh)
Oh no, now I'm flying out control
Every single time I saw someone talking about Jeev in the studio, issa whole lotta Fucking cap coming from their mouth dawg
I can't say I'm surprised tho, that's usually how the bullshit goes when you try something New
Fuck all that noise though, Imma keep running the bands up and they gon' keep runnin Their mouths
It's a simple process man, Imma just keep doing my thing regardless and keep that laser Focus
(Let's Go!)
Now I got the game in my palm, in my reticle
They think I'm smokin' street, but we really got the medical
Yeah I call myself professional, all we see is bottom lines and decimals, first place hoe I Just want the pedestal
Seeing hundred triple-o in the crowd at the festival, wearing Louis head to toe and the Drip is so impeccable
But it ain't the bands in my vision, it's the spirit and the plans I be feeling 5 dimensional
Whole team movin' through the opps and the mob, yeah you know we got the gas and The pack undetectable
Now I got ya bitch feeding grapes and it's plentiful, yeah the money stretch never Thought I'd call it flexible
Stop the disrespect and the cap or I'll pull up with the gat, bow bow, bitch shot to the Skeletal
And I got my name known by teachers and you know they never thought that they'd see It get so muhfuckin' credible
Credits
Writer(s): Jeevan Bandi
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