Ralan Styles - Fresh off the lot lyrics

Pull up in the coupe and it came with no roof And my whip is fresh off the lot Why I keep loving these b*tches And trusting b*tches I gotta stop cuffing these thots I’m stacking my money and I’m stacking my chetter I’m finna go spend half of that sh*t on a yacht These ni**as they all in my business they worried about me and all of the sh*t that I’ve bought Lil mama she hop in the whip she loving the ride she love cruising in it They told me to switch it up now they are switching on me cause my music’s different I focus on me and my mental thesе ni**as will swear that I’m moving different I keep mе a pole you and already know to be safe I be moving with it Like polo these b*tches be capping a lot Only can fu*k there is no bagging a Thot These ni**as will say they’re Your brother to you but Behind You I swear they will laugh at the plot It’s hard to be sober My family some snakes they some Cobras She said that she love me don’t know her She calling me bae no merola My heart in the air like Amelia b*tches be leaving yuh Go get a bag You could give that b*tch all the world all of the pearls all you have but you won’t get her back Every day I’m in the booth I’m always grinding She giving sloppy toppy while A ni**a driving ni**as always b*tching ni**as always whining Diamonds dancing on my Cuban always shining Heart is so cold got no feeling Pop a perk hope I start healing ni**as be shooting they killing I’m all in kitchen no skillet There is no cuffing Or trusting Or loving These b*tches never catch me kneeling These ni**as be faking And snaking That sh*t is not appealing But me I be chillin Pull up in the coupe and it came with no roof And my whip is fresh off the lot Why I keep loving these b*tches And trusting b*tches I gotta stop cuffing these thots I’m stacking my money and I’m stacking my chetter I’m finna go spend half of that sh*t on a yacht These ni**as they all in my business they worried about me and all of the sh*t that I’ve bought