Coupe

[Verse 1: Lil Wintr]
I got two phones trappin', I be flippin' all these packs
Boy you is a stain, I be stackin' all my racks
I got bitches in the whip and my money never lack
Poppin' Percocets, sippin' lean, takin' tabs
Water on my neck, got the Henny in the back
Spendin' all these checks, got the bands in my hand
Clout up on my tracks, I be touring with my fans
Making all this bread, getting fame, that's the plan
Bitch I'm Lil Wintr, I be slangin' all this ice
Don't you think twice, watch my wrist, watch it shine, yeah
All my chains glisten, I might blind you in the eye
Coppin' all this dro got me high like a kite
Boy, I got the gas, I be boolin' in the trap
Don't you fuck with gang unless you tryna get the cap
Pull up with my tool, I'ma shoot you with the strap
Wintr got the ice, I got diamonds on the Mac

[Verse 2: Cholopunx]
Pull up on that pussy 'cause I heard he on some sneak shit
Kick his fuckin' door for the dough, boy, I need it
All these boys be suckin' dick for clout, I swear they fiendin'
All my focus on the money, boy my diamonds blingin'
Hundred band account, shawty say I act brand new
All this gold around my neck, I got this shit from flippin' juice
If I pull up on your block, then my brody gonna shoot
I might skrt out from the lot in a brand new Beamer coupe, ay
Bitch, I'm off the Perc', I'ma fuck her till it squirt
Boy, I had to run it up, I really got it from the dirt, yeah
Beef, then it's on sight
Three cities, one night
Boy, my money right, this dope got me flying like kites
If I'm on the block I got that .30 and I spaz out
Pull up in some shit you can't afford, you know I cash out
I just be countin' my bands, that bitch be fuckin' my friends
I just be countin' up bands, you just want clout, but I want the ends

[Verse 3: Shiro]
I got bands on top of bands, tell me what you wanna do
Gucci on my body, got Raf Simons on my shoe
Fuckin' with me now but back then, we wasn't cool
Ain't give no fuck 'bout you, fuck your crew, bitch, who are you?
Ridin' in the Beamer, yeah, lil bitch, I'm comin' through
Used to be a loser, now I'm feelin' fuckin' new
People hit me up, like, "Can't believe it's really you"
They lookin' at me now, all my hundreds fuckin' blue
Flip it like a Tre flip, I stay money makin'
Your hoe lookin' basic, my girl, that's my baby
Flip it like a Tre flip, won't talk 'less you pay me
Y-3 on my feet, Designer jeans, I'm lookin' wavy
All these garments on my body, you know money made me
Your hoe hit me up on twitter, like, "Lil Shiro, save me"
Don't hit me up for shit 'less you tryna pay me

[Verse 4: Marcelo]
Stackin' all this bread, no you cannot have it
I been on the go, now I'm feelin' lavish
Shawty call my phone, yeah, she wanna have it
Ridin' in the coupe, tell me what you wanna do
I been stuntin' for my crew, I've been shinin' all these jewels
Make the headline, make the news
You or me, that bitch gon' choose
Cashin' in that check, yeah, that bitch gon' give me neck
Fuck the rest, just keep my set
I skrt off up in that jet
Skrt off up in that jet, yeah
Lil baby wanna ride up in the Benz, yeah, yeah
Do it for my set, yeah
You know I'm countin' bands in the back, yeah yeah
These people ain't gon' take it from me
I been workin' hard, yeah, you know that it's true
All of that talk shit, I don't need none of that, keep it for you, you
Keep it for you, I ain't gon' lose
Keep it for you, I ain't gon' lose, no