SOUTHPORT ft. 2CK & Bearo Lyrics

Couped up

Yeah yeah

Take care of your chicken I'll take care of mine

I need shrimp and grits down in the Carolinas

Beachside with my uh, where I feel the finest

That's my margarita sweetna with a lil lime

My inner eye wide open

I'm not focused

The 5.0 Mustang I'm a high roller

Yeah, fuck y'all

Ducked off I'm from a different kind of cut cloth

If it's above fifty then the top off

If I'm below pretty take ya top off

Couped up, told you that the roof up off it

Catwalking cross a thin line I'm jumping off it

I'm like Moss was with Brady tell him fuckin' toss it

You gotta bury me twenty

Cuz six aint enough don't encourage me honey

Trea Turner speed, hittin' homers thirty or something

And like a hunnid RBI's

Trust me y'all be fine

Ima let me fall behind

It's all by design baby

I'm skyscraping, Vampires shaking hands

We got major plans

Brace yourselves for annihilation

Between the Gods and the kings I'm not out of place

I'm adjacent to the Pharaohs, Napoleons

Spin a lil globe on my finger I'm controlling it

Build a lil wall, jumping over Mongolian

Yeah, I'll take it one at a time

What kinda trouble I find

I be stunting a lot

Casey Mears in the five car the trunk of its hot

Hendrick Motorsports called me they love what I got

I'm like fuck it I'll drive

I'm like fuck it I'll drive

I need a coupe from overseas hoping that'll bring me peace

I gave you piece of mind for time and you just wine and dine and leave

I brought the foreign out for show and you ain't even bat your lids

I told my self that I'm done entertaining hoes until you came

It ain't even a foreign tho

In the front line for the first time at north broad

Broken windows in that warehouse sprinkling north halls

Menthol pre-scripted addicted keeping the men thawed

Sober minded I'm tryna keep my mind from frying

I'm at a time where I can try like 20 things and hope it work the way I plan

But the P1 like 2.5 and I can barely break a grand

And office time aint what I want but seem the best route

At least the profit margin match my needs when I get stressed out

Priorities changed and the train went off the track

Better forces sent me a way I can't complain the way I'm back

Jansport it's for the pack, got flexed on with the Louis

By a baddie really bougie in a position where I see myself in 5 + movings

Calling my own shots it's just a road without the spot light

But back and forth thinking got me attracted to the hot fight

Like crack sizzle the hot knife

Breathing in all the steam inhale the reaper get you out right

Fucking round with grizz I'll make sure that I put you out right

On some parkway shit I take it back to the past

Cruising round and free styling street sign gave us a glance

At what could be

Two bouls fucking round down the street

With big visionary plans to keep it a hunnid per seat

It's like a hunnid per feet

With the fans follow in line

Taking me on a date just to come and waste my time

Rollie on the wrist the date just keeping me right on time

I got your bitch and she in line

And she just wanna come around it uh

Fuck