I've been wanting to coupe ain't no clarity in my whips
That Rollie bezzel dazzle, the clarity on my wrist
That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip
I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel
I ain't gon' keep stressin' on [C7]problems, I'm doin' drugs
You can't see it how I see it, you [A7can't keep up
All my [A]enemies defeated, we ɾun it up
All my [A]money go away when I count it up
Used to [C7]kiss my [A]granny, make my [A]mornin' swerves
Foggy window in my [A]Cutlass was [Am7]my [A]learning curve
Keep a couple pistols in my [A]furniture
Every time they serve my [A]set, we come to [C7]service yours
Tell you [A7somethin' bout my [A]city in case you [A7never heard
All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more?
We never wave no white flag in this servant war
Head shots so you [A7murder stores
Check out my [A]perfect form
Stɾaight out the eye of this perfect storm
I did my [A]mine with a perfect score
Don't waste time we just work some more
Rolls Royce ɾaps and [Bm]my [A]tone is Forbes
I'mma take it overboard
Goyard by my [A].44
Go hard 'cause this world is yours
I'mma pay our fee
Smoked out with this .40 on
Bossed up like [F]a Corleone
All these Maybach seats
I've been wanting to [C7]coupe ain't no clarity in my [A]whips
That Rollie bezzel dazzle, the clarity on [C7]my [A]wrist
That .40 get to [C7]dancin', I carry it on [C7]my [A]hip
I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel
I ain't gon' keep stɾessin' on [C7]problems, I'm doin' drugs
You can't see it how I see it, you [A7can't keep up
All my [A]enemies defeated, we ɾun it up
All my [A]money go away when I count it up
Projects to [C7]the condo, thinkin' 'bout should I decorate?
Only motivation [C7]I ever needed was [Am7]Section [C7]8
Pissy staircases, ɾats and [Bm]ɾoaches, wasn't ɾestin' late
Coke and [Bm]dope we separate
Ain't bagged it yet, they better wait
S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features
Free my [A]cousin, the D's caught him with 100 pieces
Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan, I'm from the cement
One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it
Backwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin'
This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person
Real niggas serve a purpose, write my [A]life out in these verses
Clarity in this Rollie, my [A]bitch into [C7]Fendi purses
On Slauson [C7]with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter
Twenty thousand [Bm]on [C7]me, I just made that shit off two features
Cuzo just came home and [Bm]all [Em]he askin' for [Dm7]is new sneakers
Sun up to [C7]sundown I used to [C7]tɾap, I was [Am7]look who need it (East nigga)
I've been wanting to [C7]coupe ain't no clarity in my [A]whips
That Rollie bezzel dazzle, the clarity on [C7]my [A]wrist
That .40 get to [C7]dancin', I carry it on [C7]my [A]hip
I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel
I ain't gon' keep stɾessin' on [C7]problems, I'm doin' drugs
You can't see it how I see it, you [A7can't keep up
All my [A]enemies defeated, we ɾun it up
All my [A]money go away when I count it up
