Space Coupe 3 Lyrics

Ridin in a space coupe, huh

Yo bitch came through

She gave top then went shopping

I got hella profit

I came outta pocket

Trippin' with your bitch an she keep laughing, soon she get to gawking

B&B, air up all my shit

I got hella kicks

What you know bout making version three of the classic hit

Yeah, I made three remixes, you got a problem, do something bout it

Diamonds on my neck and the roof of the space coupe

This is not the OG, had to let some shit off, take two

Young niggas steady roasting, come to me, I bake you

Thank you, apology denied, fuck out my way, bitch, move

Take your loot, now we in the battle bus, no space coupe

Nigga kept on yapping, now look at him, go find his reboot

Nigga kept on flexing, get the tester, boy, that chain off Temu

Zooming out the lot like UmiZoomi, bitches, I don't see two

Ridin in a space coupe, huh

Yo bitch came through

She gave top then went shopping

I got hella profit

I came outta pocket

Trippin' with your bitches she keep laughing, soon she get to gawking

She don't do me wrong, cause I'm gon' do her

Worse

And I'm laughing, but I'm serious, bitch this ain't no April 1st

Never let this beat go, bitch, it's like my fifth verse Why you wearing cross, you don't believe the

Man, so go to church

Me and God, it's one plan, just wait on it my music burst

Talkin' bout bro play his music two seconds, that shit was worse

I might just say, fuck the coupe in space

Bitches say I'm moving hella fast, I'm at a steady pace

Yeah, I'm really into sports, I got that stick, but do this look like hockey

Flexin, on the gram, I got a petty caption, say I'm cocky

Know I got that shit on when I post it, know they steady mocking

Independent, not like you, when you're boss in, gotta lock in

Bitch, I choose to get paid, we not related, we not talking

Only in the rich bitches, I ain't bout to take you shopping

Even though I could, I got the bread, but I got hella options

Rather take you up in space in a Benz, cause I'm poppin