Yeat - Playd da coupe lyrics

(T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ) Ayy, yeah let's go
(It's fucking Redda, f fucking Redda)

That bitch asked me what sport I
Play, I told her "Coupe, "
(Hey)
I would like to lie, just tell the truth
(Truth)
Just took another Tesla, I'm on the moon
They ask me what my twizzys
Do, I tell them, "Shoot, "
(Ayy, woo, woo)
Tell that bitch to play the instrument, yeah
She like to play the flute
I made ten bands off this Apple
Watch so that's my favorite fruit
I can trust nobody
Told 'em sign that shit 'fore comin' through
All my money stuck together, I
Can't even count it, that shit glued
(Glue) and this residuе on my
Finger, that shit's blue, that's the proof
Sippin' on Wock', juicе
Yeah, I'm turnt when I walk, through

Yeah, I don't even want it
I don't even need to sign (yeah)
Yeah, everything flawless, yeah, these VS1's
Yeah, how you actin' childish
Then say you need you one?
How you gon' take my sauce
Then say that you the one?
All my pockets Bowser, they don't see the sun
I swear this shit get awesome
When you touch a hun'
I swear that perc' gon' off 'em
That's my final hunch
I take these Teslas daily
That's my final blunt
It's gon' be like, I told 'em "Cool, "
I also told 'em they can't do
None of the shit I do (Do)
You get off of the same bean as me
It still won't be a hit
I wanna slime the kid out 'cause
We as slimey as it get (Ayy, let's go)
I'm in NY, I just touched
Down, got some perc's, then hit up Kith
(Let's go)
Heard they gossipin' about the kid
I thought they was dudes
Turns out they bitches
I don't care about nobody pockets
That's why I'm gon' end up the richest
And your bitch just pulled
Showed me her titties
Then wrote down all her digit's (Sheesh)

That bitch asked me what sport I
Play, I told her "Coupe, "
(Hey)
I would like to lie, just tell the truth
(Truth)
Just took another Tesla, I'm on the moon
They ask me what my twizzys
Do, I tell them, "Shoot, "
(Ayy, woo, woo)
Tell that bitch to play the instrument, yeah
She like to play the flute
I made ten bands off this Apple
Watch so that's my favorite fruit
I can trust nobody
Told 'em sign that shit 'fore comin' through
All my money stuck together, I
Can't even count it, that shit glued
(Glue) and this residue on my
Finger, that shit's blue, that's the proof
Sippin' on Wock', juice
Yeah, I'm turnt when I walk through

Yeah, yeah, yeah i told her "Coupe, "