Bentley Coupe Kurt Lyrics

You done with me? Uh huh

Why you done with me? Cause I just am

But you still gonna come see me? Um sure, why not

Why wouldn't I

Levels of my status, blow the brains out the coupe

Coupe outside, I can change up my view

Coupe outside, I can change up my view

Coupe outside, I can change up my view

Butterflies on the top of the coupe

I like how you gliding on it, I wanna see you move

Fuck them bitches, then we do the switcheroo

She was on my vibe, took my dick out the fruit of the loom

Money and the fame, you should see what niggas do

Feel like Kurt Cobain, blow the brains out of the coupe

He had lost his mind lost his way, I thought you knew

Doors suicide, take the brains out the coupe

Three huns at one time, I don't know which one I choose

This big blunt got me stuck as fuck, like it's super glue

That nigga tryna get over forehead, I am not no fool

I had the high beams on, riding down Santa Fe with my tool

I been a punk nigga since seventh grade, I break all the rules

Not no boxer, I move heavyweight, I didn't go to school

I don't get tired, I'm like Kevin Gates, what else I should do

This me, then you see the pearly gates, go to heaven too

We was used to eating out paper plates and sharing clothes too

I been wanting to see you graduate, but I can't go to school

I had so many dreams when I was seventeen, it's coming true

She gotta a fat ass, it's a heavyweight, I told her come and do it

All my bitches, they from section 8, but walk in jimmy choo

I got gas that make you suffocate, your lungs get smoked right through

I be on these drugs like every day, no telling what I might do

I'm told shawty to not touch my cup, cause that's shit, could get you too

Leveled up my status, I can't change out the room

Levels of my status, blow the brains out the coupe

Coupe outside, I can change up my view

Coupe outside, I can change up my view

Coupe outside, I can change up my view

Butterflies on the top of the coupe

I like how you gliding on it, I wanna see you move

Fuck them bitches, then we do the switcheroo

She was on my vibe, took my dick out the fruit of the loom

Money and the fame, you should see what niggas do

Feel like Kurt Cobain, blow the brains out of the coupe

He had lost his mind lost his way, I thought you knew

Doors suicide, take the brains out the coupe