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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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