[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