Lyrics:
I hold the track record in the quarter mile
With a low E.T. down the asphalt aisle
Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, shut 'em down
Three window coupe
video or not, doc, we're bustin' 'til the Glock stop
Drag you out that Bentley coupe
And take it to the chop shop (ohh)
Partner, we not y'all (oh), if
Three window coupe you're the toughest machine in town
Got a three window coupe that's short on looks
But she looks real good in the record books
video or not, doc, we're bustin' 'til the Glock stop
Drag you out that Bentley coupe
And take it to the chop shop (ohh)
Partner, we not y'all (oh), if
Money in the bag
If I put you in this coupe just know it got some drag
2am nothin less than 100 on the dash
She here for the moment so I make it last
sack
Where I hold'n all tha work at
[Chorus]
What you know about that? [Repeat: x3]
Hey I know all about that
Loaded 44s on the low where
common, yea
Could show you we bout it, hop in the whip drag it we riding, yea
See that I'm trying, you bitches is fake keep em from round me, yea yea
You
right by the odor
GG in a hemp ain’t no odor
I don’t want her less the mileage is lower
Pull up six forty coupe with the coldest
Coupe sitting low might
hast dich verliebt (oh)
Komm in meinen Baui Coupé, Baui Coupé, Baui Coupé
Komm in meinen Baui Coupé, Baui Cabriolet ole, Baui Cabriolet ole
Mein
backends on backends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch, I'm a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose
backends on backends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch, I'm a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose
they see me progress
But they want me at lows
You ask me what anyone owes me
It's nothing
You ask me if something can help me
It's nothing
You ask
Aye aye aye
Lil Trapline
I feel like Roddy Ricch I got some homies in the box
Mike Amiri jeans I ain't worried bout the cost
Coupe so low when I
stupid
Take you down so fast
Dey at the corner looking above you
You cannot take what I've got
As you going down down down ah ah
Low low low
Low low low
Foreign coupe, yeah, drag
Get rich, don't ever go broke
Get rich, don't ever go broke
I know what I know
Get money, stay low
I wont ever go broke , I'm
two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall
Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy
I don't know, how 'ja know I'm ridin' low
If you're comin' then I won't let go
If you're upside down
Up in heaven, but lonely
I can drag you down
Drag
Yo we leaving planet earth in this drag car
Told that baby come and hop up in this nascar
Skrtt skrtt when she want me back
Top down in the coupe
down
But you drag me down so low
I can't go farther from here
Yeah you drag me down so low
I can see pure darkness from here
Yeah it breaks me down, I
Yeah i'm low-key, i'm low-key, i'm low-key
I'm low-key, i'm low-key, i'm low-key
I'm low-key, i'm low-key, i'm low-key
I'm low-key, i'm low-key, i'm
And we'll get the finest cars
We got a Deuce Coupe, a Stingray, a rail job and an XKE
(We'll start a car club)
We'll be the fastest at the drags, man,
know why you mad
Baby didn't know you hysterical
We gon make it drag
Yea we takin it to Tokyo
Sliding in the whip
Yea we drifting straight to Tokyo
We
drag
Coupe with the speed
Yes i be shining
Slugs on my teeth
Covered in diamonds
Kid from the street
She bending over
Clapping dem cheeks
Drippin aint
life yeah it be a drag (Be a drag)
And these niggas they be hatin' on my back
In a coupe I'm livin' my life way too fast
Got a hun she tellin' me that
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