Cooper Kupp

Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat Living, okay Living Gucci my bitch on her Living Gucci my bitch on her [Verse] Living Gucci my bitch on her Dolce and Gabbana shit Quick to up a pole don't give a fuck about no politics Pop an opp boy I ain't even seen you pop a zit Hit him in his shoulder I was aiming for his common sense In my Carti's buffed up I feel like Playboi Titties in the magazine but this ain't Playboy Bro will take you out ain't talking bout no date boy I feel just like Jimmy Brooks I'm riding round with Drake boy Assassin ate him like he Lincoln shooting out the Navigator If I catch the opps I'm sending shots like I'm a vaccinator Chicken in my Ksubis, politicking eating Alligator Simple minded bitch I bet she fuck me cause I'm flashing paper Got her in the whip she getting topless likе the coupe Triple doublе at the set in Neimans balling like I hoop Model bitches in my DM tryna blow me like a flute Feel like BlocBoy catch the opposition ima yell out "SHOOT" (Up the heavy metal) Rock out like I'm Jimi Hendrix (Big Balenci's on the pedal) Catch me OT giffy tripping (Diamonds in my fucking bezel) Boy I heard yo shit be ticking (Bitch we on two different levels) I'm blowing pape you penny pinching If it ain't the Wockiana Unky Trissy sipping I heard nothing was the same after the drizzy hit him Amiri's stuffed I need a diaper cause that shit be in them Gotta know you catch me with your bitch I'm putting glizzy in her (Shit, fuck, damn) I'm a card cracker you won't catch me with no gram Feel like Cooper Kupp my L.A. bitch just let me Ram At the checkout need some peanut butter how I jam On my back a X and Virgil did the sneaks too Scatty 700 horses when I speed through Only thing I need is pape, bitch I don't need you Lil gang are icy than a bitch, will let the heat loose Dogshit weighing down my denim need a B.B. Simon Go ask Stevie Wonder bout me, know he see me winning Cottonelle I need a sponsor know you see me shitting If ain't no Virgil on my body then I'm GG dripping (Brrt, Brrt) That's a scam jack Denim tight as hell cause my pockets jam packed If there's money there then that's where Stan at If she hop up in the Dodge you know I'm bout to Ram cat No cap made a hunnid off of slides Banging on a bitch there's money on the line Pretty face I'm still gon fuck her from behind Feel like Forrest Gump gon run it up until I die Don't know magic but I'm waving stick like Dumbledore You could be like me if you was in your duffel more Gangnem popping out with fullies we don't tussle dork Gotta know that life bout taking hits, you bet not fumble sport Working magic with the Visa's I'm the real Houdini In the stu with Danny tripping I done spilled the Fiji Everywhere with green on me, I'm the real Luigi Me and gang been shitting 5+ boy its still too easy [Outro] Yeaaaa, bitch Shittyboyz dogshit militia that's on every sign But you know that though Pew, pew, pew, bitch