Coupe
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Oh yeah
Yeah
Trap, trap, trap, trap
Trapped out in a coupe
Riding round witcha boo
Louis on, Jimmy Choos
Yeah Im faded, yeah she faded
Riding round through the city
All these hundreds and fifties
We aint counting no twenties
Trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap going crazy, Ive been balling lately
Ive been riding round in a coupe
Ive been riding round in a coupe
Ive been riding round in a coupe
Oh shit, here come the damn cops
Fuck 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 Im the plug
I got drugs, yeah I be flippin all them birds
Yeah, if the cops snatch me up
I swear I wont say no words
Cause I came from the sauce
Everyday selling them drugs
Be posted up with my thugs
Yeah, we got 30s on 30s and uzis
Yeah, I got your bitch being bougie eating sushi
Out in L.A., got her wet in a jacuzzi
She got a fat ass, bad ass like Boosie
We be rolling up in the cut making movies
Trapped out in a coupe
Riding round witcha boo
Louis on, Jimmy Choos
Yeah Im faded, yeah she faded
Riding round through the city
All these hundreds and fifties
We aint counting no twenties
Trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap going crazy, Ive been balling lately
Ive been riding round in a coupe
Ive beenriding round in a coupe
Ive been riding round in a coupe
Oh shit, here come the damn cops
Fuck it though, I got a stash box
Trap, trap, trap, trap