Bentley Coupe lyrics

[Intro]
(Durel made the beat, I'ma rock wit’ it)

[Chorus]
New coupe in the cab with her own stuff
b*tch tell her my time's finished
Got this vibe, b*tch, she suckin' my socks off
Gotta come on her weight limit
My crew wishin’ I swear that it's my fault I feel like a mob boss
On the move every day, ain't no time to talk
And I smell like I can't die from you droppin' salt

[Verse 1]
We let the chopper talk
Told they wanted some smoke, but they caught it off
Got a cup full of dope, but don't know how to know
My head spinnin', I need me, I'm tall enough
Shopping sprees, see, we gotta cop it off
Got this vibe, b*tch, with me, she a barbie doll
I didn’t eat it, but still had the beat, I’ma treat her
And now she hold me like the analog
Who got the best, bruh?
Who got the fastest car?
I thank her, she throw the pot I bow like a catamaran
Oh, look how I raise the bar I'm straight like the Navy, boy
The engine, I let it run What you think I get it for?
[Chorus]
New coupe in the cab with her own stuff
b*tch tell her my time’s finished
Got this vibe, b*tch, she suckin' my socks off
Gotta come on her weight limit
My crew wishin' I swear that it's my fault I feel like a mob boss
On the move every day, ain’t no time to talk
And I smell like I can't die from you droppin' salt

[Verse 2]
No kid that just sucks it out
You ain't know when I slept on my momma couch
Tryna chill and I went on another route
f*ckin' scale, I'm still waitin' my problems out
They tryna use me for clout I got money, I went bought a bigger house
When you check up, you know that's what we about

[Chorus]
New coupe in the cab with her own stuff
b*tch tell her my time's finished
Got this vibe, b*tch, she suckin' my socks off
Gotta come on her weight limit
My crew wishin' I swear that it's my fault I feel like a mob boss
On the move every day, ain't no time to talk
And I smell like I can't die from you droppin' salt