Drumma Boy - Coupe lyrics

[Produced by Drumma Boy] [Hook] This my environment You can see this whip that I'm driving, this my environment I'm going crazy, so crazy, need a psychiatrist These b**hes come out in groups Chuck out the deuce, I know you ready to get loose We in the coupe, coupe, coupe, what you in? Coupe, coupe, coupe Coupe, coupe, coupe Coupe, coupe, coupe [Verse 1] I'm in that four door, I got that Glock in the roof I'm living proof, I rock that turbo that turbo I hit my boost Pick up your four, you got hoes looking like mermaids You in another one that was not that was not the one from yesterday You went colossal your posture is very awesome Gotta get arrogant n***a when I'm here flossin' You can't be showing no love to big booty freaks She love the way that my doors open for my Lamborghini Kidnap then jack him f** rapping n***a ‘cause we done seen it When you survive and you make it you gotta know the meaning This is your lifestyle for life, n***a you no longer dreaming I forgot about my ceiling [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm getting some facial I turn the corner so fast, I almost crashed I'm in that V-12 Engine, I hit the gas We on that ‘93 smoking that good supreme I got some kingpins waiting, run through my genes We in the race car whips, that's my genetics I made my money through flipping, and I don't sweat it I'm ‘bout to spend me some chips, I won't regret it I put in weight from the deck, I'm driving reckless You can't be hacking the player, you get a penalty (that's a no) I get to dozing off in the coupe off promethazine You put a turbo next to a turbo, that's royalty Represent loyalty [Hook]