4 DOOR SPACE COUPE

Lyrics

[Intro] (BrutalMoney) [Chorus: Lil Yee] They want that murder music, free my niggas livin' through they phones In a four-door space coupe, I'm in that mode I'm all alone If rappin' stop then I could hit that block and move the low Then I ain't even pop it, I still got my foot on niggas throats And if I pass the rocket, I know who gon' blow and who don't And I can't even stop it I been out my mind, losin' hope I been out my mind losin'— And they gon' change the topic every time I bring up niggas broke [Verse 1: Lil Bean] And this a big deposit, I walk in the bank, they call me GOAT I been through pain, yeah I know, and my pockets sloppy joe When them shots ring, better duck your top, bro get low She for everybody, probably shouldn't approach mе 'bout a ho Ricks brand new, can't even see thеre's dogshit on the floor, yeah Pull up limo tint, just see the diamonds on my bitch They like, "Bner, how you get so far you still ain't made a diss?" [Verse 2: Lil Yee] And they like Citason, I'm prolly ridin' righteous, pour the Tris And when I'm in my closet, that's the only time I'm throwin' 'fits Rap my second job, I really specialize in blowin' blicks And I went ERD hoodie, Chrome Hearts for the tints It's Goyard with the stick, them niggas harmless and shit And free my niggas that just walked a four yard for this shit I throw up C's, I'm a Central nigga, no, I'm not a Crip I'm from the mud, where we sellin' dope, break a ho, a bip [Verse 3: Lil Bean] I'm thirty-three, if you up your pole, nigga, you better not miss Bro, be quiet, niggas bump they gums, they like to talk a lot My garage, it look like Mercedes-Benz parking lot Brodie in the pen', he tryna bust down an Apple Watch They want that feel music, when we breakin' glass and make it home I just talked to cuz he always say he livin' through my songs This a space coupe, she got my hand, put it underneath her thong My shit on DND, if you ain't talkin' money don't hit my phone [Chorus: Lil Yee] They want that murder music, free my niggas livin' through they phones In a four-door space coupe, I'm in that mode I'm all alone If rappin' stop then I could hit that block and move the low Then I ain't even pop it, I still got my foot on niggas throats And if I pass the rocket, I know who gon' blow and who don't And I can't even stop it I been out my mind, losin' hope I been out my mind losin'— And they gon' change the topic every time I bring up niggas broke [Outro: Lil Bean] Talkin' cash shit, the reason why I rap, free Lil Po