Lyrics:
on lean, I'm getting throwed (sip, whoa)
Try my best to overdose (whoa, whoa)
Made three pills, get ghost
Speedin' up my heart (speed up)
Two-doors
your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air
If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air
Gettin' paper like you touring, three fingers in
destroyed us
Four kids on tour, three thousand miles
In a four door car not know what was going on
We got a million years touring out like this
Hell no
boarding
Yeah
Nothing you can say now
Baby girl I'm way off touring
Shawty know
She got just the 3's when we hit the door
Diamonds looking clean
You just
307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters
Turtle shell top, bulletproof
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks
they know us
Everywhere we go, got it sewed up
Thousand and one hitters when we roll up
Transformer coupe, got the doors up
Pretty little bitch got
Well, I got my first truck when I was three
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks and thought twice before
I hauled
One-night riding through the desert
I saw a super bright light
How did this become my present
Turn my head and seen three up in the sky
You wouldn't
compromising
Half a million on the coupe
Drug houses
Looking like Peru
Graduated
I was overdue
Pink Molly
I can barely move
Ask about me
I'm gon' bust
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
Never sevens and eights
Just nines and dime pieces
You know me, I’m
Yeah
Cartiers (swoosh)
All buffs (swoosh)
Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two FNs (yeah)
Yeah,
got a brand new whip (new whip)
That two-door coupe, baby wanna take a trip
Livin' fast on Sunset Strip (Sunset Strip)
I'm just tryna make it
ya
Out the bottom (ye), I'm the livin' proof (super)
Ain't compromisin' (woah), half a million on the coupe (gang, gang)
Drug houses (where),
closing candy blue doors
From the old caddy coupe to the new blue Rolls
I'm from the hood living good, so I'm pimping
I ain't got my plaque in yet, but
Well, I got my first truck when I was three
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks and thought twice before
I hauled
Music, coupe through swishas
I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is
Well, you listenin' to Tecca Nina, soo woo bidness
Today, I feel electric
them perkies, think I lost my breath
Pull up in that coupe, yeah doors on suicidal
Bitch I get this money, yes it is real vital
You cannot ruin my name,
Yuh, what, hey, huh
Yuh, what, hey, huh
Scorin'
Livin' every day, damn
Yo life borin'
Touring, around the world, damn
A nigga whorin'
Wake up smoke
stacks down
Half a mill on May Weather, I count it down to my crack house
My T-shirt cost 15, my chain ran 1.3
That champagne I piss out, Crystal, fuck
2 door coupe, on the loose
Niggas Mob, don't recruit
No the rules, 100 Troops
On da dead hoes bitch i'm living proof
2 door coupe, on the loose
at me, I unthrew up the deuce
Triple one-two, three-one-three, three-one-two
On the side of a purple Maseratti, wonder if she got a body up
Or should I
you how to geek in the booth
I'ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too
I'ma show you how to sneak from your
through the door
They know I'm from the 8-5-0
I need three bottles of that Patron
I can make the Chevrolet creep so slow
If your and your coordinate
a show, you 'gon need three promoters (woo)
I got the body from Jim Ellis but I had switched the motor (skrrt)
I got these badass bitches ridin' 'round
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