Suttin To Say Coults (Ft. Len (UK))

[Chorus: Coults]
How many times I folded, never once and I been on a run
Feel like I seen a poltergeist, this percie got me moving dumb
Bass better be bumping, and the 808 hit like Timberland
You said you been making hits but I don’t see no fucking gun

[Verse 1: Coults]
I’m just ahead of my time
I just been raising the line
Money be crossing my mind
Swinging a hit like Muhammad Ali with a hit from the left and the right
Get on my level I’m pushing the pedal, we taking it dead or alive
Going insane
I’m teaching my money to flip so I can go buy me a
Bentley Mulsanne
She like when I’m revving the engine, get her attention
I can take your lil’ bitch by the dozen
Your boyfriend a lame and I ain’t
Nah you ain’t my brudda my cousin
Every day I got suttin’ to say
Huh, got in my zone
Tell ‘em it’s on
Sprinkle the weed in the cone
Sipping on Silver Patrón
Righting my wrongs, cap, prefer to do wrong
I’m wearing Comme des Garçons
My bitch is fly, huh fly like a drone
I eat her like watermelon
How ‘bout I flip the switch and fuck your bitch, oh you a bitch boy
Bad lil’ bitch from YYZ, I’m calling her my six toy
I seen you rocking with the federalli, you a snitch boy
Eenie meenie miney mo the diamonds, I’m a rich boy