Lil Cholo - Coupe lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wintr] I got two phones trapping, I be flipping all these packs Boy you is a stain, I be stacking all my racks I got b**hes in the whip and my money never lack Popping percocets, sipping lean, taking tabs Water on my neck, got the Henny in the back Spending all these checks, got the bands in my hand Clout up on my tracks, I be touring with my fans Making all this bread, getting fame, that's the plan b**h I'm Lil Wintr, I be slangin' all this ice Don't you think twice, watch my wrist, watch it shine, yeah All my chains glisten, I might blind you in the eye Copping all this dro, got me high like a kite Boy I got the gas, I be boolin' in the trap Don't you f** with gang unless you tryna get the cap Pull up with my tool, I'mma shoot you with the strap Wintr got the ice, I got diamonds on the mac [Verse 2: Lil Cholo] Pull up on that p**y, 'cause I heard he on some sneak sh** Kick his f**ing door for the dough, boy I need it All these boys be s**ing dick for clout, I swear they fiendin' All my focus on the money, boy my diamonds blingin' 100 band account, shawty say I act brand new All this gold around my neck, I got this sh** from flipping juice If I pull up on your block, then my brody gonna shoot I might skrt out from the lot in a brand new Beamer coup b**h I'm off the perc, I'mma f** her till it squirt Boy I had to run it up, I really got it from the dirt, yeah If it's beef then it's on sight, three cities, one night Boy my money right, This dope got me flyin like kites If I'm on the block I got that 30 and I spaz out Pull up in some sh** you can't afford, you know I cash out I just be counting my bands That b**h be f**ing my friends I just be counting up bands You want the clout, but I just want the ends [Verse 3: Shiro] I got bands on top of bands, tell me what you wanna do Gucci on my body, got Raf Simons on my shoe f**ing with me now, but back then we wasn't cool Ain't give no f** bout you, f** your crew, b**h who are you Riding in the Beamer, yeah lil' b**h I'm coming through Used to be a loser, now I'm feeling f**ing new People hit me up, like can't believe it's really you They looking at me now, all my hundreds f**ing blue Flip it like a Tre flip, I stay money making Your hoe looking basic, my girl that's my baby Flip it like a Tre flip, won't talk 'less you pay me Y-3 on my feet, Designer jeans, I'm looking wavy All these garments on my body, you know money made me Your hoe hit me up on twitter, like lil' Shiro save me Don't hit me up for sh** unless you tryna pay me [Verse 4: Marcelo] Stacking all this bread, no you cannot have it I been on the go, now I'm feeling lavish Shawty call my phone, yeah she wanna have it Riding in the coupe, tell me what you wanna do I been stunting for my crew, I've been shining all these j**els Make the headline, make the news You or me, that b**h gon' choose Cashing in that check, yeah that b**h gon' give me neck f** the rest, just keep my set I skrt off up in that jet Skrt off up in that jet, yeah Lil baby wanna ride up in the Benz, yeah yeah Do it for my set, yeah You know I'm counting bands in the back, yeah yeah These people ain't gon' take it from me I been working hard, yeah you know that it's true All of that talk sh**, I don't need none of that, keep it for you I ain't gon' lose, keep it for you I ain't gon' lose