88 Coupes

Hah!

Cuz I don't know what they talkin

Niggas smoke now Lemar on it

88 coupes like a car lot

I'll be 88 stars on floor high

You need the Phantom Rolls

Flippin work, comin back like Derek Rose

Don't call me, I'mma call you

Sicilly, bread, olive oil

Stop that and nigga I don't owe you

And once you cross the line nigga I don't know you

Make about quarter mill a week

Man that closet like Fashion Week

Slingin drugs, dealers got the package

It still makes a lot, 5 times a day

Tryna send mama to Mecca

While a nigga snortin pound with the liquor

Man watch for the stake up, (prrrp)

GOD golf club

Don Juan de Marco, lot like car show

Feel for ya, nobody will deal for ya

Wanna tell you a story but guys won't bear with you

And nah, I ain't tryna get bread wit you

So go and tell yo bitches split beer wit you

You come to concert, jaja with honor

Turn some cake on, pills smoking marijuana

Corner block coz yo boy owe us

Young boy shooter like Jamal Coffey

Bricks in the basement, givin niggas space

Clips in the Matrix, sleep with the racers

5 stars tell em, I said she's 16

Nah that's R. Kelly, my niggas won't revy

Gifted and cursed, next step to be the worse

Next coupe to be a hearse

Man this shit hah!

When they heard uh

My niggas slinging large, for church though

Man say aha was the first tour

Now at age 5 on a surf board

I be clean as a whistle

Team is official

Black and white diamonds, all I need is a whistle

(Jadakiss)

My weed is the issue

Now may I proceed to kiss you?

They put you where both of yall single men

Home-made speaker outta the Pringle can

Can't wait to do your thing again

When they mention your name the bells ring again

Gettin that cake, it cause friction

They love turn that hate to addiction

Mind thinker but echo prescriptions

Up in the presidential suite with a vixen

A lot of suckers in the bizz

Good die young, sucka niggas live

Quickest way to go, fuckin with the kids

He ain't gon stop til you pluck him with the 6

Ghost 100 thou, fuckin with the niggas

Flyin on a brukler, pocket full of bricks

Last night club, fuck it, where the bitch

Cuz money in the field but I fuck er with the 6

Word of advice, flood through the gauge

Niggas know the hood run through my veins

Real southern with great poise

Pure bundles, a straight boy

Smoke loud but hate noise

Clean to ya, rafe boys

RIP Daddy D and Nutty, 88 Troy

What?

D block & Coke Boys

Pushin

Yea

Uh

Fuck wit me

Harry Frauds and bad motherfuckers

Yea

Uh

This shit is stupid