[Chorus: Quavo]
Doors go up, in my coupe
Doors go up, in my coupe
Doors go up, in my coupe
Bad b**hes f**'em by the group
Doors go up, in my coupe
Doors go up, in my coupe
Doors go up, in my coupe
Bad b**hes f** 'em by the group
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, doors go up my coupe
Uh yeah, uh, in this Rari' b**h I do not have a roof
Uh yeah, im pullin' up with them choppas' like a troop
Uh yeah, that p**y good slurp up on it like some soup
Play her like a flute
Heard yo' last tape p**y n***a that was poop
Uh, yeah, uh
Fortnite, b**h I need to f**in' loot
Uh, yeah
On my wrist, it's so sickening like the flu
Iced out every finger and it's b**hing like I do
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
To the game, b**h I do not play
Don't f** with lames', know that Trippie Redd insane
Might blow a brain, man this coupe look like a plane
Cause it got wings, got some shooters in their aim
[Chorus: Quavo]
Doors go up, in my coupe
Doors go up, in my coupe
Doors go up, in my coupe
Bad b**hes f**'em by the group
Doors go up, in my coupe
Doors go up, in my coupe
Doors go up, in my coupe
Bad b**hes f** 'em by the group