Space Coupe Lil Gotit

[Intro]
In that space coupe
In that space coupe
Yeah, I
In that
Hood baby

[Chorus]
(Cut up in traffic)
In that space coupe
(Err, cuttin' up all in traffic)
In that space coupe (Err)
(Niggas don't want no static)
In that space coupe
(Yeah, I took yo ho to Magic)
In that space coupe (Yeah)
Birds in my whip I'm having, brrr
Authentic we ain't have synthetic, brrr
Slime 'em out [?], brrr (Super Slimey)
Burberry [?] always peckin', brrr

[Verse 1]
She squirtin', hit that bitch, you thought she had a seizure (Rah)
Neck sittin' on an ice tray, I got many pieces (Brr)
Put 'em down he stole the flow, I am the teacher (Steal it)
She would call it fun, turnt hеr to a eater (Yeah)
Cuttin' up through traffic, I'm in a Rangе Rover (Err, err)
Got no love for niggas, hope my brotha toast 'em (Rah)
Yeah we sip [?] pour drink in all sodas (Wockhardt)
My young niggas get paid, finesse 'em with the soda
I [?], I'm comin' out the bank (Hood baby)
Night shift in the wood, white boy got 'em stank (ugh, ugh-ugh)
Bet they losin' weight I make 'em all plank (Yeah)
Jefe from Conley Road and he came with aim
That money [?] then a bitch, boy you know [?] (Fuck her)
Geekin' in that woo in all lanes (Err)
No Diddy, why my brother pop then shitted? (Yeah)
Hood baby, got top chef out the kitchen