Super Coupe

I'm in a super coupe tonight (super coupe tonight)
Slidin' in some other shit right now (shit right now)
Just been thinkin' lately, like
You know, shit ain't the same
Uh
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
(Ayy, 40, what that is?) Mm, mm, uh

I can't talk to the dead
And now, I talk to the feds
They say, "A dead man can't tell you, who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll tell you, I wasn't scared

Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
She fuck me good, I take her down south, and I buy new breasts (and I buy new breasts)
I'm chasin' pussy, and I'm chasin' paper, I'm out of breath (I'm out of breath)
They actin' like they focused on money, but be seekin' help
That shit be really hell

Figured this shit out up in my cell
I had to fall back from the lean, that shit bad for my health
I wish I could tell my grandma I love her, but she ain't even here
I lost lil' Slugga down to the gutter, nigga, I ain't got no feels
I'm ready to kill

Lost my cousin, see, shit was real
I know these niggas be talkin' that murder talk, but niggas'll squeal
Went on my first drill, free lil' Jacob, shit still give me chills
I'm slidin' with a switch and Draco, it's just me and Bill
It's just me and Slime

Super coupe, they go in, jump in the four-door, see you tomorrow (see you tomorrow)
She sad today, give her some time, she'll be happy tomorrow (happy tomorrow)
I'll buy a purse, ain't never bow down and sayin' sorry
I buy Xanny bars in all of summer, I forget 'bout all my problems (all my problem)

Uh, no matter what, I'm goin' hard (I'm goin' hard)
Cold-blooded killers, they goin' hard (they goin' hard)
Had to talk with all of my niggas, just playin' smart (just playin' smart)
When I check you on that problem, don't take it to heart (don't take it to heart)

I can't talk to the dead
And now, I talk to the feds
They say, "A dead man can't tell you who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll tell you, I wasn't scared

Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
She fuck me good, I take her down south, and I buy new breasts (and I buy new breasts)
I'm chasin' pussy, and I'm chasin' paper, I'm out of breath (I'm out of breath)
They actin' like they focused on money, but be seekin' help (but be seekin' help)
That shit be really hell (really hell)

I can't talk to the dead
And now, I talk to the feds
They say, "A dead man can't tell you who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll tell you, I wasn't scared

Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs

He-headshot 'em, I don't want no legs



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Dionte Steele, Jalen Foster
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