Can’t See Out the Coupe

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