Crash Da Coupe

[Intro]
(Run that back, West)

[Chorus]
My brain tellin' me drive smart, my heart telling me crash the coupe
My niggas getting money, they don't know if we trap or hoop
On Rodeo blowin' bands, I never heard of a budget
He must not want his chain 'cause he seen me and didn't tuck it
My brain tellin' me drive smart, my heart telling me crash the coupe
My niggas getting money, they don't know if we trap or hoop
On Rodeo blowin' bands, I never heard of a budget
He must not want his chain 'cause he seen mе and didn't tuck it

[Verse]
I'm the young nigga with the piecеs that be frozen
Tiny Loc Crips who drive coupes like they stolen
He ain't gettin' money, he can't pop it with the joints
There's shooters in my section, I know my opps get the point
I'm a pistol totin' nigga with some thugs in the alley
B's on my shoe, these ain't Buscemi, these is Bally
Another pint of red, I might OD how I be sipping
On Rodeo blowin' money, I thank the chinks for how I'm living
In the club throwing ones, my diamonds hittin' off the lights
You think I changed 'cause I rap, I'm still snatching niggas' ice
Twelve hundred or better for these jeans you see me wearin'
Got tats on my boosie, bitches can't help it, they be starin'
I know I'm a joint, but stop copying the shit I do
No window action, we bounce out when we shoot
I don't want no Sprite, I'm mixing juice with the cream
We got pounds for the low and we got boatloads of beans

[Chorus]
My brain tellin' me drive smart, my heart telling me crash the coupe
My niggas getting money, they don't know if we trap or hoop
On Rodeo blowin' bands, I never heard of a budget
He must not want his chain 'cause he seen me and didn't tuck it
My brain tellin' me drive smart, my heart telling me crash the coupe
My niggas getting money, they don't know if we trap or hoop
On Rodeo blowin' bands, I never heard of a budget
He must not want his chain 'cause he seen me and didn't tuck it

[Outro]
(Run that back, West)