Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
Time keep on running and running I'm hoping im open to nothing but truth
I just got problems on problems and bottles don't solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don't get tied in a noose
Real smooth
Slick like your wrist just slit
Real ruth
Every single shot you took you miss like you piss and you aint know you had to shit too
Thats true, if you ain't wining shit then the shits on you
What you mean the grass ain't green when I pull up on the scene
Motherf*cker god damn its blue
Rich like im Roddy
Pinky rang I got rangs on me like Audi
I cannot trust you got issue like Aubrey
I cannot trust you no trustin no body
This shit a hobby
When I wake up I just smoke and make coffee
When I go out I just hop on Ducati
Give me a beat ima float like IM Ali
Then I come in with the hook like im rocky
I said I come in with hook like im rocky
But I keep spitting this verse cus im cocky
Im a keep flowing and flowing and flowing like water you know Kawasaki
Im a just stack up my coin and hop in a Boeing go where I go I don't copy
I do not want any problems but my boy Tommy he could get choppy
He could get choppy
Shit could get messy and its could get sloppy
Hidden in tropics still hittin optics
We on the news now we just a topic
I got some plans dont f*ck with the xans and damn I still get it popping
Stacking the bands when im out of hands
And Ain't no way that you gon stop it
No point in stopping
24/7 I gotta stay clocked in
I got an album i need to be dropping and I got no time for it to be flopping
Noooo
No point in flopping
Top of the key and I gotta be locked in
I got an album I needa be dropping
Hold up she comin back I needa hop in that hoe
Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
Time keep on running and running I'm hoping im open to nothing but truth
I just got problems on problems and bottles don't solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don't get tied in a noose
Real smooth
Slick like your wrist just slit
Real ruth
Every single shot you took you miss like you piss
And you aint know you had to shit too
Thats true, if you ain't wining shit then the shits on you
What you mean the grass ain't green
When I pull up on the scene motherf*cker god damn its blue
Yea
From the city of the screw
Where we throw the H nothing new
Where we very steady with the crew
And Im very ready to
Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
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Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
Time keep on running and running I'm hoping im open to nothing but truth
I just got problems on problems and bottles don't solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don't get tied in a noose
Real smooth
Slick like your wrist just slit
Real ruth
Every single shot you took you miss like you piss and you aint know you had to shit too
Thats true, if you ain't wining shit then the shits on you
What you mean the grass ain't green when I pull up on the scene
Motherf*cker god damn its blue
Rich like im Roddy
Pinky rang I got rangs on me like Audi
I cannot trust you got issue like Aubrey
I cannot trust you no trustin no body
This shit a hobby
When I wake up I just smoke and make coffee
When I go out I just hop on Ducati
Give me a beat ima float like IM Ali
Then I come in with the hook like im rocky
I said I come in with hook like im rocky
But I keep spitting this verse cus im cocky
Im a keep flowing and flowing and flowing like water you know Kawasaki
Im a just stack up my coin and hop in a Boeing go where I go I don't copy
I do not want any problems but my boy Tommy he could get choppy
He could get choppy
Shit could get messy and its could get sloppy
Hidden in tropics still hittin optics
We on the news now we just a topic
I got some plans dont f*ck with the xans and damn I still get it popping
Stacking the bands when im out of hands
And Ain't no way that you gon stop it
No point in stopping
24/7 I gotta stay clocked in
I got an album i need to be dropping and I got no time for it to be flopping
Noooo
No point in flopping
Top of the key and I gotta be locked in
I got an album I needa be dropping
Hold up she comin back I needa hop in that hoe
Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
Time keep on running and running I'm hoping im open to nothing but truth
I just got problems on problems and bottles don't solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don't get tied in a noose
Real smooth
Slick like your wrist just slit
Real ruth
Every single shot you took you miss like you piss
And you aint know you had to shit too
Thats true, if you ain't wining shit then the shits on you
What you mean the grass ain't green
When I pull up on the scene motherf*cker god damn its blue
Yea
From the city of the screw
Where we throw the H nothing new
Where we very steady with the crew
And Im very ready to
Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
Time keep on running and running I'm hoping im open to nothing but truth
I just got problems on problems and bottles don't solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don't get tied in a noose
Real smooth
Slick like your wrist just slit
Real ruth
Every single shot you took you miss like you piss and you aint know you had to shit too
Thats true, if you ain't wining shit then the shits on you
What you mean the grass ain't green when I pull up on the scene
Motherf*cker god damn its blue
Rich like im Roddy
Pinky rang I got rangs on me like Audi
I cannot trust you got issue like Aubrey
I cannot trust you no trustin no body
This shit a hobby
When I wake up I just smoke and make coffee
When I go out I just hop on Ducati
Give me a beat ima float like IM Ali
Then I come in with the hook like im rocky
I said I come in with hook like im rocky
But I keep spitting this verse cus im cocky
Im a keep flowing and flowing and flowing like water you know Kawasaki
Im a just stack up my coin and hop in a Boeing go where I go I don't copy
I do not want any problems but my boy Tommy he could get choppy
He could get choppy
Shit could get messy and its could get sloppy
Hidden in tropics still hittin optics
We on the news now we just a topic
I got some plans dont f*ck with the xans and damn I still get it popping
Stacking the bands when im out of hands
And Ain't no way that you gon stop it
No point in stopping
24/7 I gotta stay clocked in
I got an album i need to be dropping and I got no time for it to be flopping
Noooo
No point in flopping
Top of the key and I gotta be locked in
I got an album I needa be dropping
Hold up she comin back I needa hop in that hoe
Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
Time keep on running and running I'm hoping im open to nothing but truth
I just got problems on problems and bottles don't solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don't get tied in a noose
Real smooth
Slick like your wrist just slit
Real ruth
Every single shot you took you miss like you piss
And you aint know you had to shit too
Thats true, if you ain't wining shit then the shits on you
What you mean the grass ain't green
When I pull up on the scene motherf*cker god damn its blue
Yea
From the city of the screw
Where we throw the H nothing new
Where we very steady with the crew
And Im very ready to
Hop in the coupe
When I want money I hop in the booth
Hopin to prove
Writer: Vikas Mohan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid