Koupe lyrics

Woke up, I just went demon lil b*tch
Look at my cup, yeah that sh*t phizzilin ho
That's yo sl*t, yeah? Then i'm beating that b*tch
I'm like what, no I ain't scheming with them
Ok, my manager leave it to him
No way, I’m leaving the treason for them
My squad, I'm leaving the treeches to them
Go flock, I'm really beating for them
Percocets, and my heart beating for them
Let's have sex, and then I'm gon' leave it as that
So hunnid, n*gga gon' keep it so ten
That's why I, would rather have no other friends
I'm, tryna set yo' homeboy up
Damn, wе done set yo' home boy up
Oh yеah
n*ggas gon' hate on me it ain't nun'
I’m number one baby let’s get to drummin'
Oh yeah, I just got a rick owen uh (coat so fur)
She eat the di*k, then she do what she want
Know what's on the top, baby
Top big blunts
Put a b*tch n*gga in like 5-4 blunts
I-I ain't even smoke in like 5-4 months
b*tch suck me up, but a n*gga ain't bust
Tell me yo' lo', some n*ggas, can't trust
Don't show me your love, no n*gga can trust
Why argue with a n*gga that tryna fuss?
New ARP got that b*tch and it buss
b*tch want love, but a n*gga want lust
Ahh, n*ggas ain't havin' enough
[Verse 2: Tana]
Ahh, b*tch see me, she say what's up
,Young n*gga, I get my cheese and I buck
This ho is a whore ain't no reason to f*ck
Oh yuh, and if it's just beef then pull up
Oh ya, n*gga get beat the f*ck up
Stomp his ass out of in my sneakers, f*ck
Thumb in her pus*y I'm beating it up
Plhh, if a n*gga reach for his gun
I'll slide with my gang slide with my squad
n*gga tryna run, put a bullet in his arm
n*gga was thirteen, beating up the Glock
n*gga was 14 sippin' on the Wock (wock)
(ouh oh yeah)

[Verse 3: Che]
I just wan' go smoke
He don't want no smoke
I'm throwin' up four (Four, four)
Post up at yo' lo' (Lo', lo', lo')
Ya b*tch, eat me like food
Bullets straight through yo' phone (straight through yo' phone)
Got bread, tryn blow sum? (Racks, tryn blow sum)
n*gga we havin' bool sum (Havin' bool sum)
Lil' money, might lose some
Yeah, this ho wet like a pool, ah
Let's play with some moo yea
I'm counting mula
Sticks in the cooler
I wish I would've knew sooner, yea
[Verse 4: Tana]
Twin goin' insane (insane)
Shots to ya' membrane (oh ya)
Twin went bool-sane
They sayin' I look like Lil Wayne
Or, I look like tunechi baby
Hm, just give me that coochie baby
Key to the streets can't lose it baby
Walk around like a nuisance
b*tch want head like a noose
b*tch ass n*gga, can't have no truce
Rick Owens jeans, but I still rock True's
Step-back three, get shot like a hoop
b*tch keep questioning me, like Kahoot
I got a vest on me for this shoot
I spent 1500 on a shoe
How I fit 3 hoes in a coupe, coupe
Coupe