Coupe!

(It's obvious what's being done out here)
(It's on a nightly basis)

I been smoking so many damn blunts,
I can't figure out,
How the fuck to run up my one ounce, to a big amount
Sippin syrup smokin on some runtz chillin on da couch
I swear I done sold a hunnid pounds, I ain't runnin out

Ever seen a boss? Prolly not, better shut ya mouth
I swear Imma floss, even if the dentist run me out
Yo girl is a toss, really not, she wanna suck me now
I think that I'm lost, but I found out what her tummy bout

See me running up the numbers now,
I be jumping over rappers and they wonder how,
They ain't coming w the classics lemme dumb it down

VVS and designer got me lookin like a model,
Woke up really rich this morning, hope I make it till tomorrow
I don't keep the money with me, our relationship is awful
I just spent a ticket on a chimney and some fucking waffles

They say I'm acting silly, how silly was Aristotle?
Maybe you ain't fuckin me that's something you've never thought of,
I might hit you w the semi and send ya body to momma
Show up to the city and hand some flowers right to your daughter

They wanted more from me and now they won't be able to bottle
It's like a horror scene I come thru murdering all the apostles,
I'll afford the plea don't matter the toll of death is colossal
Bitch

I been pouring codeine cups up got me feeling down
Think I need another forty puffs of some lemon pound
Rolling loud blunts got the pretty women comin round
Maybe four months from right now imma run the town

(I hope the world can really see now what's really going on out here)
(Cause it's getting ridiculous, it's really ridiculous)
(Yes man, this is ridiculous man)
(Ridiculous)



Credits
Writer(s): Vladimir Dirda, Alexander Singh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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