Space Coupe

[Intro]
Hm-ooh, hm-ooh, hm-hm-ooh, ooh (Tuned up)
Drownin' in the money 'bout you
Is you pickin' me? You ain't gotta choose
When you with me, you might never lose
Real designer, ain't no Gucci sandals

[Chorus]
Space coupe, all in my bag, are you confused?
I brought a bag, I ain't goin' to school
I know he ain't died, but he made the news
She say, "Duvy, you so melodic
You always stylin', do you got a stylist?"
Got me smokin' the Za', you bring exotic
Tell me how you feel, let's talk about it on a island (Yeah)
In so deep, what started this?
You feel like murder a part of him
Hold my pills in your Prada bag
Hit couple bitches, I ain't called them back
All in my nerves, need to stop that
Throwin' it back, I can't hold you back
I ain't had shit, have the most cash
I seen bricks, what you know about that?

[Verse]
I'm likin' your flaws, ain't talkin' about your body
Whatever I do, you gon' do, you copy
Whenever I shoot, bro shoot, not probably
I salute who keepin' it real (Real)
Why you ain't ask how I feel? (How I feel)
I like to drill, that give me a thrill
Never wondered why I popped so much pills (Them pills)
I'm always thinkin', "Would this hurt ever heal?" (Heal)
What you want? Put whatever on your plate (Your plate)
I'm eatin' Wagyu, two hundred dollar steak
I just spent two hundred racks
Murder for her, I'll hunt for your man
Brother take stakes, you ain't gettin' it back
I make it count, bet my money gon' last
Shootin' myself, I ain't leavin' my mask (Mask)
And I'm out here, two-four like Kobe
Bro play the block like he Shaq (Like Shaq)
I know this life come with some static (Some static)
And I know the laws might run in
Lawyer money in stash
I'm makin' it happen, bro fell out fast
Free my bros out the feds
Woe going schiz', he need his meds
Suit and ties, pickin' casts, who's next to die?
Up next, who's next to slide?

[Chorus]
Space coupe, all in my bag, are you confused?
I brought a bag, I ain't going to school
I know he ain't died, but he made the news
She say, "Duvy, you so melodic
You always stylin', do you got a stylist?"
Got me smokin' the Za', you bring exotic (Bring exotic)
Tell me how you feel, let's talk about it on a island (Yeah)
In so deep, what started this?
You feel like murder a part of him
Hold my pills in your Prada bag
Hit couple bitches, I ain't called them back
All in my nerves, need to stop that
Throwin' it back, I can't hold you back
I ain't had shit, have the most cash
I seen bricks, what you know about that? (About that)