In The Coupe - Idontknowjeffery

Three-Thirty pop up out the club they bout to close soon

Two bad bitches wanna leave but it’s no room

(Yeah it’s no room, yeah it’s no)

P-pop outside club they bout to close soon

Two bad bitches wanna leave but it’s no room

Stuff em' in the coupe Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in the coupe Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in it

Doctor Jeffery chasing honey Winnie Pooh

Glock .22 same size as a mini coupe

Ran into the opp I can’t tell you what I’m finna do

All I need is duct tape and super glue

Had he knew pull up to his job left a bad review

Having shit my way y’all niggas don’t have a clue

Kill off every opp I used to have a few

Dropping dead bodies off on random avenues

Nigga stuff em' yuh

Stuff em in a coupe

Stuff em in a coupe buncha room

Married to the money I can’t jump the broom

Another hunnit thousand grand coming soon

Fuck around and give it to a bunch of goons (here!)

Blow up your Uncle room (boom!)

I heard he didn’t make it

F Type Jag make him get naked

Cuban link bracelet (bling!)

Two bad bitches wanna leave with me but only one seat vacant

Don’t make them sad faces

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in it

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in it

Shit ain’t very comfy but I’m fucking in it

Dropped another opp it took me just a minute

Cartier frames she getting complementive

I can’t bring my Glock inside this party I’ll get to dumpin in it

Nigga look like he crumpin' in it (Yo)

Nigga look like jookin

Doctor Jeffery crooked

All you niggas pussy used to have a life until I took it

Stuffed him in a casket

I got the audacity

Nigga went out sadly

I left his funeral happy

Cartier I’m classic

I’m sliding in the Jag

I am not tryna brag but I’m the worst she ever had

But this bitch ain’t never had me

I’m at Wells Fargo laughing

I’m feeling fantastic

I just pull out I just pull out 37 bands stuff em' in my pants

Stuff em' in my uh

I need bigger pants (belt)

Call my nigga Stan

Come give me a hand need a minivan carry all these bands nah change of plans

nigga let’s buy some land (buy some ha)

Driving with a body all melancholy

Fucking lock em' in a port-a-potty probably huh yeah

Leave em by the toilet y’all are not important

Walk a nigga down in my Air Jordans

RKO that nigga like I’m Randy Orton

Flip over the table they kicked me outta Morton’s (let go)

I got to jail for murder for I get extorted

Shot him in his gut I hit a vital organ

Fuck that niggas organs I give niggas torture (fuck em')

I got more numbers on me than the Wheel Of Fortune (duckets)

I told her don’t call me baby, babies get aborted

Put a hit on you you know I can afford it (You know I can)

You know I paid for it

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in it

I can fit a crew

I can fit a group

Bunch of women

F Type Music

Yeah

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in it

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in the coupe

Stuff em' in it