PnB Rock - Coupe lyrics

Ayy Ayy Ayy Oh yeah Ayy Yeah Trap, trap, trap, trap Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fifties We ain't counting no twenties Trap, trap, trap, trap Trap going crazy, I've been balling lately I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe Oh sh**, here come the damn cops f** it though, I got a stash box Trap, trap, trap, trap Trap going crazy like the first and the third I was jugging and finessing I used to stand on the curb Now I'm the plug I got d**, yeah I be flippin' all them birds Yeah, if the cops snatch me up I swear I won't say no words 'Cause I came from the sauce, everyday selling them d** Be posted up with my thugs Yeah, we got 30's on 30's and uzi's Yeah, I got your b**h being bougie eating sushi Out in L.A., got her wet in a jacuzzi She got a fat a**, bad a** like Boosie We be rolling up in the cut making movies Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fifties We ain't counting no twenties Trap, trap, trap, trap Trap going crazy, I've been balling lately I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe Oh sh**, here come the damn cops f** it though, I got a stash box Trap, trap, trap, trap I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe