[Intro] Hop in the coupe, it's loaded Yes, ah it's a Tesla roadster Hop in the coupe, it's loaded 100 bands won't fold
[Chorus] Hop in the coupe, it's loaded Yes, ah it's a Tesla roadster I got a roli, plain jane I might flood the whole face Sip the tec, yeah for my anxiety Gnarcotic gang, yeah the fam, yeah that's what I bleed Guns out, run down all my enemies Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things And I see some things, that you won't believe Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude
[Refrain] I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
[Verse] I might die for this, really believe it's my time for this Not from earth, some other shit, waitin' on my mothership I'm the man now, yeah I got some bands now Never had no handouts You can have my whole town Suck the gang dick cause she think we famous People sayin' I made it Only thing that changed is, changin' whips Gnar and his lastest shit Stainless guwop, my loaded shit Won't ever catch me in a whip Unless I'm paid to be there Shittin' on you on you nigga Gnarlysick is diarrhea Brought a rari to the hood To let the homie drive it Chopper samurai it I would never lose it Momma raised a fighter Bring the gas out I'ma need a lighter
[Refrain] I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you 100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude 100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude
[Chorus] Hop in the coupe, it's loaded Yes, ah it's a tesla roadster I got a roli, plain jane I might flood the whole face Sip the tec, yeah for my anxiety Gnarcotic gang, yeah the fam, yeah that's what I bleed Guns out, run down all my enemies Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things And I see some things, that you won't believe Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude
[Outro] I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
