Can’t See Out the Coupe

Lyrics

This one for me Pay attention while I'm teaching a lesson No classroom, but a nigga was tested Black and white like a nigga was ref'in I'm outside nigga we had a session No lames with us cause we know they gon tell em I hit him in that one spot, cerebellum Like BoofPaxk in this bitch I could smell it In high school I was teaching a lesson Remember days when a nigga was servin [?], nigga Kyrie Irving That nigga was perfect, did it on purpose, I wasn't nervous It sounded like [?] the way I was missing that shit and it's working I be out thе box, I get out the box cause that shit was urgеnt You lost, you not even searching My [?] ain't up but it's working I done lost it, then I found it You gotta get to the top like a mountain Nigga don't wanna work, he was pouting Asked me how the fuck I get my Audi You gotta get to it, it's a outing Bitch asked me why I'm always smiling Fuck, you a grown man and you childish I hit up my old thot woulda pound it At the spot right now with that thousand I'm feeling like Nick Cannon now I'm wylin Freestylin, at the top it's no one out here Imma step with his allowance Niggas hate me I'm growling This bitch damn near just ate, she tryna eat on me Man this bitch knows she can't stay here, tryna sleep on me I got uh... plugs... right now, waiting on me I'm tryna get like... three, big bags know he fucking with me I hop out the CLS with this bitch looking clean The whole thing, she gon' settle with me I walk in this bitch looking too clean And if anybody got a problem with him, then that same nigga got a problem with me Ain't gon lie ion be lookin this good every day And this bitch wanna fuck but I don't want no creases And I can't even see out the whip I got shades on And I can't stand it when this bitch keep on sayin something And she tell me to sing I'm like bitch I'm not Trey Songz I can't, I can't baby for real You must be tweaking like you high off the pill Go tat my name on your body if it's real You want your bitch, nigga? Let's make a deal It's too many [?], I'm ill This nigga so fake but he tryna be real Imma stay at the spot 'fore I go out like him Cannot be mob, he nothing like them Really though, its me and some silly hoes She only 'round for my video Don't wanna talk I'm gon enter her Know that she see I'm an influencer I get the guap and you been knew it I make this shit look easy like Android You cannot play with the racks, not a toy My bank teller getting annoyed You small cause you ran with your boys I try to be up but I'm not I [?] get up, you can't get out the house I seen this lil bitch man she wipin me down I am not a rapper, you don't know what I'm bout Yall funny ass niggas they be [?] You a funny ass nigga, you running your mouth Can't front with them sticks out Walk in with a brick out She like "go ahead with your cool self" B.B. Simon, I got cool belts You can ask me I ain't bougie You can relax, I ain't gon shoot it Just got a tint, but now you can't see out the coupe Money talks, so they have no shoes Yea, I make the 3 from the shoot She at the spot I'm like "who is you?" She at my house, wanna come in my room I ain't gotta say what we finna do Long ass song, how could you? I'm at the spot right now getting comfortable I should really tell you some shit that you didn't know Alright, I'm done