In The Coupe

(альбом: F-TYPE Music - 2022)

Huh, aight bet (yo)
Three-thirty pop up out the club, they finna close soon
Two bad bitches wanna leave but it's no room
It's is no room, yeah it's no
Pop, pop outside the club
Three-thirty they finna close soon (close soon)
Two bad bitches wanna leave but it's no room (no room)
Stuff 'em in the coupe, stuff 'em in the coupe
Stuff 'em (stuff 'em)
Stuff 'em in the coupe, stuff 'em in the coupe
Stuff 'em in it (stuff 'em)

Doctor Jeffery chasing Honey, Winnie Pooh
Glock 22 same size as a Mini Coupe
Ran into the opps, I can't tell you what I'm finna do
All I need is duct tape and super glue (super glue)
Had he knew pull up to his job left a bad review
Having shit my way, y'all niggas don't have a clue (have a clue)
Kill off every opp I used to have a few
Dropping dead bodies off on random avenues
Nigga stuff em' (yeah)
Stuff 'em in a coupe
Stuff 'em in a coupe bunch of room
Married to the money I can't jump the broom (I can't jump the broom)
Another hundred thousand grand coming soon
Fuck around and give it to a bunch of goons (here!)
Blow up your Uncle room (boom!)
Get well soon balloons (yo)
I heard he didn't make it
F-Type Jag make him get naked
Cuban link bracelet (bling!)
Two bad bitches wanna leave with me but only one seat vacant (fuck it)
Don't make them sad faces
Stuff 'em in the coupe
Stuff 'em in the coupe
Stuff 'em in it
Stuff 'em in the coupe
Stuff 'em in the coupe
Stuff 'em in it
Shit ain't very comfy but I'm fucking in it (but I'm fuckin')
Dropped another opp it took me just a minute (it took me just a minute)
Cartier frames keep getting complemented (thank you)
I can't bring my Glock inside this party I'll get to dumping in it
Nigga look like he crumping in it (yo)
Nigga look like jookin
Doctor Jeffery crooked
All y'all niggas pussy
Used to have a life until I took it
Stuff him in a casket (casket)
I got the audacity (audacity)
Nigga went out sadly (sadly)
I left his funeral happy (yeah)
Cartier, I'm classy (classy)
I'm sliding in the Jag (yeah)
I am not tryna brag but I'm the worst she ever had
But this bitch ain't never had me (had me)
I'm at Wells Fargo laughing (ha)
I'm feeling fantastic (yo)
I just pulled out I just pulled out thirty-seven bands
Stuff em' in my pants
Stuff em' in my uh
I need bigger pants (help)
Call my nigga Stan
Come give me a hand need a minivan carry all these bands nah change of plans nigga let's buy some land (buy some, huh)
Driving with a body all melancholy (huh, huh)
Fuck it lock em' in a port-a-potty probably (huh yeah)
Leave em by the toilet y'all are not important (huh)
Walk a nigga down in my Air Jordans (huh yo)
RKO that nigga like I'm Randy Orton (huh yo)
Flip over the table they kicked me outta Morton's (huh, lets go)
I got to jail for murder for I get extorted (huh)
Shot him in his gut I hit a vital organ (huh yo)
Fuck that niggas organs I give niggas torture (huh, fuck 'em)
I got more numbers on me than a Wheel Of Fortune (duckets)
I told her don't call me baby, babies get aborted
Put a hit on you, you know I can afford it (you know I can)
You know I paid for it
Stuff em' in the coupe
Stuff em' in the coupe
Stuff em' in it
I can fit a crew
I can fit a group
Bunch of women

F Type Music
Yeah
Stuff em' in the coupe
Stuff em' in the coupe
Stuff em' in it
Stuff em' in the coupe
Stuff em' in the coupe
Stuff em' in it