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Album: Hang Out the Coupe - Single
Intro: BigBreeze & Marc Stevens
(You dig?) Marc Stevie
Breeze (Sheesh)
Hold up Wop, you made this?
Ayy, go, ayy, go, yeah
Verse 1: Marc Stevens
Pull up and bounce out (Yeah)
Wop made a beat and it bounce like a bounce house (He did)
Who did you count out?
Marc on the beat and it's hotter than down south (Yeah, yeah)
I bring the town out
You used to creep with the opps and we found out (Facts)
Lost and we found now
Remember when Breeze had a trap in the townhouse?
Hold up lil' baby don't come with that fakin'
They watchin' my pockets, concerned what I'm makin'
It's up in the air and it's here for the takin'
Take over the top, you can't even replace Him (Yeah, ayy, look)
I'm from the bad, they got sharks in the water
I brought the whole team, we can see who go harder
They catchin' they fence, we gon' see who gon' barter (Yeah, woah)
Ayo, I am in here with the slaughter
We got the Word, get it, cuttin' like barbers
Abs on my chest, you know that's never started (Yeah)
Stevie, believe me (Woah)
Church goin' up like Ephesians (Yeah)
I'm eating, so feed me (Yeah, ayy)
Makin' it lookin' too easy
Chorus: BigBreeze
Me and Marc Stevie are ridin', we servin', you know it look crazy (Marc Stevie)
Back in the buildin', we slidin', you know we gon' look both ways (No slidin' on 'em)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
We got the reach crease stained (Reach crease stained)
My neck is cold, you know my neck on nitrogen (On nitrogen)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Verse 2: BigBreeze
Ain't got no room with a shooter in my hand, they loadin' my aim, do you notice they ready? (Yeah)
I been addicted to cash, reading my Bible, and praying my way on the daily (Brrt)
You know I steady (Yeah)
Rub it up with no deal and they mad at me (Run it up)
Me and Marc in the back of the Beamer (Marc Stevie)
Hop in front like we came from the cleaners
I had to hold off from totin' my neener (Hold up)
They was bustin' bricks, tired of my femur
Pray to God, He protectin' my enemies (Yeah)
All that hatin', you keep all the energy (All that hate)
All that hatin' I know that you've given me
Only here for the one that's the greatest (Only here for God)
I only point to the sky, that's my maker (I just point up)
I might go down as one of the greatest, yeah
Chorus: BigBreeze
Me and Marc Stevie are ridin', we servin', you know it look crazy (Marc Stevie)
Back in the buildin', we slidin', you know we gon' look both ways (No slidin' on 'em)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
We got the reach crease stained (Reach crease stained)
My neck is cold, you know my neck on nitrogen (On nitrogen)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the coupe (Ain't got)
Ain't got no room for the c- (Ain't got)
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