COPE SUM

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
D-d-drumma

[Chorus: kitz]
Pouring out my heart for this shit, I feel like reefuh
All my hoes, you know they bad in the back of the two seater
She been tryna play for keeps, and she lucky she a keeper
Shawty come back to the crib and then she turn into [?]
I can't stay mad at her
No, all these hoes are bad, but my bitch is way badder
She said that I went out sad, but she went out way sadder
No, all these hoes the same, already feel way better
I'm a trendsetter for you bitches

[Post-Chorus: kitz]
You keep talking like you know some
If I see you in the club, you better throw some
If I see you with your bands, you better post some
And all my exes see I'm up, and now they cope some

[Verse 1: Young Brody]
Knowing I would make it, yeah I knew this shit would happen
Flashes everywhere I go, now I'm always stuck in action
I ain't have no bands, so I had to go and switch the magic
I ain't 21, but I'm rocking out like I'm a savage, pistol packing
If you talking shit, then you can have it
I would trade your bitch, like [?] and joined the Mavericks
I-I-I put diamonds in my bracelet, why your bitch so basic?
Take a blunt and face it, I get a track, I race it

[Verse 2: kitz & Young Brody]
You hop in a rental, I hop in a Sprinter
It's me and Young Brody, it's a white boy winter
She eat me for lunch and she eat me for dinner
She eat me for breakfast, goddamn I'm a winner
Got water on me like a—
I got the water on me like a motherfuckin' sinner
I step in the spot and I'm—
Yeah, I step in the spot, I'm depicting the litter (Blip)
Now it's a double homicide
I kill that beat, I kill that pussy with no alibis, yeah
I 'member it was you and I
I can't believe how you see me and got your ex and I (Goddamn)
I gave my all to this band, it's all
Got me fucked up the way I pulled up with a switch
She ain't fucking with the kid, so I put a Patek up all on my wrist
It is what it was, I did what I did, yeah
She don't make no sense, yeah

[Bridge: kitz]
I'm tryna figure out your motives
You said you know me, shawty you don't know shit
Don't hit me back if you back on your bullshit
Turn it up when I can, we turn out as [?]

[Chorus: kitz]
Pouring out my heart for this shit, I feel like reefuh
All my hoes, you know they bad in the back of the two seater
She been tryna play for keeps, and she lucky she a keeper
Shawty come back to the crib and then she turn into [?]
I can't stay mad at her
No, all these hoes are bad, but my bitch is way badder
She said that I went out sad, but she went out way sadder
No, all these hoes the same, already feel way better
I'm a trendsetter for you bitches

[Post-Chorus: kitz]
You keep talking like you know some
If I see you in the club, you better throw some
If I see you with your bands, you better post some
And all my exes see I'm up, and now they cope some (Cope some, tryna cope)