Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir T Howell
Songwriter
Kevin Torres
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, aye
Yeah, aye
Say ride with a hitter in a space coupe
Driving in the lanes go insane is what it made you
If you riding with me baby they gon' hate you
Cause they want what you have just tell them that they lose
And I swear baby no one can replace you
If you hold it down treat you right is what I'm gon do
Ride with a hitter in a space coupe
Driving in the lanes go insane is what it made you
If you riding with me baby they gon' hate you
Cause they want what you have just tell them that they lose
I'm in a, space coupe with my shawty
Now we on the way to another party
The last one we had to go and catch a body
We ain't tryna die young call us Roddy
Lil baby I stay ten toes down
I can't even lie bae I want you now, yeah
Shawty said she hold it down
Baby keep it tucked oh she lethal now
Say she loyal to a real one
If they mess around then we gon' spill one
So watch out what you doing you be careful
Cause all of my shooters they disrespectful
Doing the dash in the space coupe
Whole lotta cash in a big group
Money tall just like Snoop
Living this life is a time loop
And we ain't here to play
Pouring hell of bottles with Chardonnay
We can go to Paris, or L.A.
Get up in the space coupe we on our way
We on the way doing 100's in the space coupe
Here to stay baby your love is like Voodoo
You got me stuck and I don't even know what you do
Just tell me what you want and babe I'll give it to you
Say she want it right now
Give it to me right now
Lemme see you slow down
Then she figure oh wow
She want it right now
Give it to me right now
Lemme see you slow down
Then she figure oh wow
Ride with a hitter in a space coupe
Driving in the lanes go insane is what it made you
If you riding with me baby they gon' hate you
Cause they want what you have just tell them that they lose
And I swear baby no one can replace you
If you hold it down treat you right is what I'm gon do
Ride with a hitter in a space coupe
Driving in the lanes go insane is what it made you
If you riding with me baby they gon' hate you
Cause they want what you have just tell them that they lose
Everybody know that I'm the man
Pull up in a space coupe 100 bands
You cannot catch up you think you can
You ain't my bro you are just a fan
You worship the god, but I am the god, I am a commodity up next (Wooh)
You step aside, your a facade, me and LEB we collect checks (LEB)
Ain't no point in tryna hide it, they see me now they, want to end violence
And uh, I'm not one for the violins, they see me shining, these niggas crying
Space Coupe
Space Coupe
Space
Coupe
Writer(s): Nasir Howell
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