4 DOOR SPACE COUPE

[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 me 'bout a ho
Ricks brand new, can't even see there'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