ina coupe - yung brownie. lyrics
[intro: dogman]
okay, okay, okay
shout out yung brownie (it’s me, i’m n*ggas)
[verse: dogman]
i popped two mollies and i’m geeked
i can’t even feel my face, same sh*t all week
in a coupe with yo’ b*tch, livin’ lavishly
man, i like pourin’ up so much, f*ck weed
and i’m standin’ on this paper, i’m like ten feet
post that sh*t on instagram while she textin’ me
why yo’ b*tch textin’ me? i don’t know, come see
f*cked her in a coupe, yeah, she a bad lil’ teen
made with s*x, money, drugs, b*tch, i’m on neptune
i got h*lla drugs in the trap house and my loot
star b*tch comin’ at me with that b*tch attitude
take that b*tch and f*ck her twice, then you know that’s the mood
i’ma pull up with a k in the trap, man
hunnid shots to yo’ face, ain’t no cap, man
he got a strap, but he rollin’ in a trash can
better have his cap on ’cause i’m finna cap ban
with brownie and a kitty with a glock
posted up outside for the drop
servin’ up lil’ hoes in a lot
sent a ma’am and equipped it in a shop
at a function wit’ a bust down watch
mad when his b*tch lookin’ at my crotch
if i come around yo’ ho, she’ll stop
b*tch, i just walked by and they dropped
weed in my bag, these hoes in it too
tell the b*tch that i love her, but she got no clue
pink lil’ bird, but her favorite color blue
f*ck her anyway, might as well turn it into two
two hoes, king bed, yeah, we f*ckin’ in my room
b*tch, i never made it out, i just make out with your boo
stackin’ so much f*ckin’ money, they confuse me with a jew
smokin’ presidential, why you smokin’ on that f*ckin’ boof?
bought a twenty*two so i could fill ’em up with some holes
couple racks, stack it up, then i wish that it’s some hoes
everybody in my trap see my wrist, now [?] cold
f*ck a b*tch, i’m in the cut stackin’ chips for my bros
while you f*ckin’ sleep, i’ma turn you f*ckin’ sleep
pull up to yo’ crib and hit you with them .223s
we got glocks, we got rugers, we got f*ckin’ bucks
man, ride around with some narcotics in a f*ckin’ truck
[outro: dogman]
in a f*ckin’ truck
in a f*ckin’ truck
swear, open up the trunk
and you’re gonna see all that sh*t
i swear
woah, woah, woah, woah
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