[Intro] Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, n***a I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, n***a [Verse 1] Time's up Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowing ganja So much work, they call me old school, I remind you That b**h you think you got is not you, where you find her? She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy [Refrain] I mean that's b**h sh** Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that's b**h sh** Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's b**h sh** Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's b**h sh** Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that's b**h sh** Hating on another n***a come-up, yeah, that's b**h sh** Staying in because you know it's summer, yeah that's b**h sh** You a b**h boy, on my mama, uh [Verse 2] Okay, let's get it, b**h, let's get it, woo Got a plan, we gon' k** his man The gun won't jam, it's on on sight I might get life, that's on my life The four-four-five, the go, green light To build that price, it filled up nice The god won't die Okay, let's get it, b**h, let's get it, woo Seen 'em floss, in my purest form, b**h, I'm greedy, uh Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag Singles add, we don't do no cla**, n***a, nine subtract, ayy [Chorus] Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, n***a I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, n***a Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, n***a Numb numb juice to the head, f** up the opps, n***a Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, n***a I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, n***a Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, n***a Numb numb juice to the head, f** up the opps, n***a