Super Coupe

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm in a super coupe tonight Slidin' in some other shit right now Just been thinkin' lately, like You know, shit ain't the same Uh Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Ayy, 40, what that is?) Mm, mm, uh [Chorus] I can't talk to the dead And I don't talk to the feds They say, "A dead man can't tell you who left his ass dead" I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread Them old niggas that came before you'll tell you I wasn't scared Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs She fuck me good, I take her down south and I buy new breasts I'm chasin' pussy and I'm chasin' paper, I'm out of breath They actin' like thеy focused on money, but be seekin' hеlp That shit be really hell [Verse] Figured this shit out up in my cell I had to fall back from the lean, that shit bad for my health I wish I could tell my grandma I love her, but she ain't even here I lost lil' Slugga down to the gutter, nigga, I ain't got no feels I'm ready to kill Lost my cousin, see, shit was real I know these niggas be talkin' that murder talk, but niggas'll squeal Went on my first drill, free lil' Jacob, shit still give me chills I'm slidin' with a switch and Draco, it's just me and Bill It's just me and slime Super coupe, just go in, jump in the four-door, see you tomorrow She sad today, give her some time, she'll be happy tomorrow I'll buy a purse, ain't never bow down and sayin' sorry I buy Xanny bars in all of summer, I forget 'bout all my problems Uh, no matter what, I'm goin' hard Cold-blooded killers, they goin' hard Had to talk with all of my niggas, just playin' smart When I check you on that problem, don't take it to heart [Chorus] I can't talk to the dead And I don't talk to the feds They say, "A dead man can't tell you who left his ass dead" I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread Them old niggas that came before you'll tell you I wasn't scared Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs She fuck me good, I take her down south and I buy new breasts I'm chasin' pussy and I'm chasin' paper, I'm out of breath They actin' like they focused on money, but be seekin' help That shit be really hell I can't talk to the dead And I don't talk to the feds They say, "A dead man can't tell you who left his ass dead" I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread Them old niggas that came before you'll tell you I wasn't scared Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs [Outro] Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs