Thru Da Roof Lyrics

I got the coupe........yeaahhhh

(Fred On Em) .... Say

When I hit the scene, I make em scream awwreadyyy,Tryna get that fettuccine, cheese and spaghetti

Dark purple in my beverage Movin' like I'm on a pill, for real

Said, fuck the airbag, I'd rather work the wheel, I STILL

Come through and make em holla "what it do" Spray the car until it's wet

Beat the trunk until it bruise, Had to go and drop some dead weight

Went and got a coupe,Stack the money to the ceiling

It's spillin' out through the roof

The paint like jelly

Dropped it flat on the belly,I passed by Dbar, I saw Clyde & D-Kelly (Forreal)

The bumper Makaveli, it died and came back,I coulda bought a Bentley, but I went and bought the Lac (Lac)

Cuban link medallion, the inside italian, All black Escalade I call it "Meg Thee stallion"

The cellphone roaming, noodles I Mike Vick the dog, found out that they was poodles

Got a pint up in the cooler, FN up in the stash spot, Just pulled up at the jeweler, quarter mill about to cash out

And I ain't pull no mask out Long nights I grind for this

So I don't need no mascot when I'm shining, bitch (Woah)

When I hit the scene, I make em scream awwreadyyy,Tryna get that fettuccine, cheese and spaghetti

Dark purple in my beverage Movin' like I'm on a pill, for real

Said, fuck the airbag, I'd rather work the wheel, I STILL,

Come through and make em holla "what it do" Spray the car until it's wet

Beat the trunk until it bruise, Had to go and drop some dead weight

Went and got a coupe,Stack the money to the ceiling

It's spillin' out through the roof

I hit the boulevard, swangin so hard, I swear to God

For these niggas out here switching and fishing, I keep a rod

Avoid all the fake love, I know they really hatin

The feds fuck the streets up and still investigatin

But I, but I just want the paper

Big crib with elevators, tryna ball like a fade

Sip, drank, and now & later's, hitting switches playing hopscotch

No brainer, that's a drop top, might install a panoramic roof

And turn it to a crop top, im from the

South side,So-south so-south side

Pillar top and cowhide in my ride

When I slide, the money multiplied

Me and you is not equal, like pigeons can't fly

In the sky with the eagles

When I hit the scene, I make em scream awwreadyyy,Tryna get that fettuccine, cheese and spaghetti

Dark purple in my beverage Movin' like I'm on a pill, for real

Said, fuck the airbag, I'd rather work the wheel, I STILL,

Come through and make em holla "what it do" Spray the car until it's wet

Beat the trunk until it bruise, Had to go and drop some dead weight

Went and got a coupe,Stack the money to the ceiling

It's spillin' out through the roof