BigBreeze, Marc Stevens - Hang Out The Coupe lyrics

(You dig?) Marc Stevie breeze (Sheesh)
Hold up Wop, you made this?
Ayy, go, ayy, go, yeah

Pull up and bounce out (Yeah)
Wop made a beat and it
Bounce like a bounce house (He did)
Who did you count out?
Marc on the beat and it's
Hotter than down south (Yeah! Yeah)
I bring the town out
You used to creep with the
Opps and we found out (Facts)
Lost and we found now
Remember when Breeze had a
Trap in the townhouse?
Hold up lil' baby don't
Come with that fakin'
They watchin' my pockets
Concerned what I'm makin'
It's up in the air and
It's here for the takin'
Take over the top
You can't even replace Him
(Yeah, ayy, look) i'm from the bad
They got sharks in the water
I brought the whole team
We can see who go harder
They catchin' they fence
We gon' see who gon' barter (Yeah, woah)
Ayo, I am in here with the slaughter
We got the Word, get it
Cuttin' like barbers abs on my chest
You know that's never started (Yeah)
Stevie, believe me (Woah)
Church goin' up like Ephesians (Yeah)
I'm eating, so feed me (Yeah, ayy)
Makin' it lookin' too easy

Me and Marc Stevie are ridin', we servin'
You know it look crazy (Marc Stevie)
Back in the buildin', we slidin'
You know we gon' look both ways
(No slidin' on 'em)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
We got the reach crease stained
(Reach crease stained)
My neck is cold, you know my neck on nitrogen
(On nitrogen)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)

Ain't got no room with a shooter in
My hand, they loadin' my aim
Do you notice they ready? (Yeah)
I been addicted to cash, reading my Bible
And praying my way on the daily (Brrt)
You know I steady (Yeah)
Rub it up with no deal and they mad at me
(Run it up)
Me and Marc in the back of the Beamer
(Marc Stevie)
Hop in front like we came from the cleaners
I had to hold off from totin' my neener
(Hold up)
They was bustin' bricks, tired of my femur
Pray to God, He protectin' my enemies (Yeah)
All that hatin', you keep all the energy
(All that hate)
All that hatin' I know that you've given me
Only here for the one that's the greatest
(Only here for God)
I only point to the sky, that's my maker
(I just point up)
I might go down as one of the greatest, yeah

Me and Marc Stevie are ridin', we servin'
You know it look crazy (Marc Stevie)
Back in the buildin', we slidin'
You know we gon' look both ways
(No slidin' on 'em)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
We got the reach crease stained
(Reach crease stained)
My neck is cold, you know my neck on nitrogen
(On nitrogen)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)