Coupe
Plots on a drop top coupe
Feel the air breathe on my face as I drop the roof
Plots on a drop top coupe
These blessings for me I see that it wasn't for you
Plots on a drop top coupe
We see the opps no need to drop the window when we shoot
Plots on a drop top coupe
Looking like GQ smooth
Wish you could be me too
Big gas all that I roll up
Pouring a four in my soda Yeah Yeah
Shawty she bouncing that ass so fast like I'm revving the motor Yeah Yeah
I ain't going to stop until my neck and my wrist and all my fingers polar Yeah Yeah
Too crossfaded I swear that I am never sober Yeah
Speed off they never going to see me
I swear that they hate me I'm just like Ripley believe me
Like OJ I am keeping it simply
I am smoking on gas got dreams of me riding a bentley
Keep me a bad one with me she copping all of the Gucci the Christian Dior and the Fendi Yeah
Money the root of all evil so I guess the devil he tempt me Yeah
I just want a Mulsanne and a bad one she giving me brain on the way to a plane
I just know that there's way more for me so like when I'm in my whip I'm just switching my lane
Shawty keep throwing that ass in a circle and now it just got me up in a daze
Close all the windows up in my studio because I'm trying to get lost in the haze
Shawty she must be a freak cause every week she just like fifty shades of gray
Shawty she got a kid her baby daddy shit and in them sheets she like to play
If he come around he must want lunch cause I'm about to dump the tray
I wish my dad would've told me that life is full of shades of gray
Plots on a drop top coupe
Feel the air breathe on my face as I drop the roof
Plots on a drop top coupe
These blessings for me I see that it wasn't for you
Plots on a drop top coupe
We see the opps no need to drop the window when we shoot
Plots on a drop top coupe
Looking like GQ smooth
Wish you could be me too
Big gas all that I roll up
Pouring a four in my soda Yeah Yeah
Shawty she bouncing that ass so fast like I'm revving the motor Yeah Yeah
I ain't going to stop until my neck and my wrist and all my fingers polar Yeah Yeah
Too crossfaded I swear that I am never sober Yeah
Pull off drop top coupe
All my family and so-called friends said I would lose
Pull off drop top coupe
All of my exes I know they wish I would lose
Pull off drop top coupe
I know that you would wish that I would lose
Pull off drop top coupe
Pull off drop top coupe
You said that I would lose
Feel the air breathe on my face as I drop the roof
Plots on a drop top coupe
These blessings for me I see that it wasn't for you
Plots on a drop top coupe
We see the opps no need to drop the window when we shoot
Plots on a drop top coupe
Looking like GQ smooth
Wish you could be me too
Big gas all that I roll up
Pouring a four in my soda Yeah Yeah
Shawty she bouncing that ass so fast like I'm revving the motor Yeah Yeah
I ain't going to stop until my neck and my wrist and all my fingers polar Yeah Yeah
Too crossfaded I swear that I am never sober Yeah
Speed off they never going to see me
I swear that they hate me I'm just like Ripley believe me
Like OJ I am keeping it simply
I am smoking on gas got dreams of me riding a bentley
Keep me a bad one with me she copping all of the Gucci the Christian Dior and the Fendi Yeah
Money the root of all evil so I guess the devil he tempt me Yeah
I just want a Mulsanne and a bad one she giving me brain on the way to a plane
I just know that there's way more for me so like when I'm in my whip I'm just switching my lane
Shawty keep throwing that ass in a circle and now it just got me up in a daze
Close all the windows up in my studio because I'm trying to get lost in the haze
Shawty she must be a freak cause every week she just like fifty shades of gray
Shawty she got a kid her baby daddy shit and in them sheets she like to play
If he come around he must want lunch cause I'm about to dump the tray
I wish my dad would've told me that life is full of shades of gray
Plots on a drop top coupe
Feel the air breathe on my face as I drop the roof
Plots on a drop top coupe
These blessings for me I see that it wasn't for you
Plots on a drop top coupe
We see the opps no need to drop the window when we shoot
Plots on a drop top coupe
Looking like GQ smooth
Wish you could be me too
Big gas all that I roll up
Pouring a four in my soda Yeah Yeah
Shawty she bouncing that ass so fast like I'm revving the motor Yeah Yeah
I ain't going to stop until my neck and my wrist and all my fingers polar Yeah Yeah
Too crossfaded I swear that I am never sober Yeah
Pull off drop top coupe
All my family and so-called friends said I would lose
Pull off drop top coupe
All of my exes I know they wish I would lose
Pull off drop top coupe
I know that you would wish that I would lose
Pull off drop top coupe
Pull off drop top coupe
You said that I would lose
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Writer(s): Jeremy Hall
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