New Coupe, Who Dis? - Smino, Mick Jenkins

Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me

Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me

Okay—don't talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me

Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon

Shia Lebouf, give me nothin' but gold

Cold bitch, she wet, Lake Michigan

Fully loaded quesadilla, I work like a Mexican

Bad lil' hoe, your trap by hoe

Ain’t got a lotta tick, can’t talk right now

I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis?

(schemin')

Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down

I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis?

(schemin')

Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil ass be watchin'?), lay down

Killing these niggas stylistically is a crack rock for 'em

He speak facts with the Caps Lock on

Hit 'em in the purse, I know that’s where it hurts worst

Excuse my language, I know the truth sound like curse words

Excuse my singing, I know that I may sound like hurt birds

All of these C-notes, lazy eye, fly plaid shirt, he look like Deebo

Lift a brick, came up out the dirt with my people

Ignorant, only 'cause you looking through a peephole

And I could peep game

You 'gon need some ski poles, tryna dig through these flows

Could avalanche, but refrain

What the fuck’s a co-sign?

That sound like a new fan

Fam I been in this shit you acting like I just grew hands

Grip that bitch with two hands and blow off a limb in this bitch

Space coupe, I feel like Invader Zim in this bitch

Pulled up in the black on black, silk wrap like a new perm

Ten percent tints, hope twelve don’t U-turn

Way too much piff in these G-star

Lowkey, pullin' strings, niggas speak bass guitar

Smino hit the sweet-talk, Mrs. Officer

I don’t need

(I don’t need, I don’t need, I don’t need no co-sign)

I got me

(A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind)

(They say I beef, I done told 'em I’m refined

I don’t need, I don’t need, I don’t need no co-sign)

I got me

(A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind)

(They say I beef, I done told 'em I’m refined)

Reposition her, throw me that scalp

Throw me that, let me see you turn around

Deep conditioner, huh I’ma beat it till it pout

Brought my niggas out of dark place, 2 door

Cut the power I was couped up, no 2-door

Pay my cars I’m no uno, hands looking a lil fudo

Your bitch wanna kick it, she do judo

Give me the scalp, I want the new growth

Smi in your hoodie, just might pullover

All of your flowers, stroke your willow

Smokin' white widow with a widow

One of a cut or roll up two more (roll that shit up)

All in your stomach, yeah you know

Play instrumental on her menstrual

(This shit harder than a motherfucker, I like that)

Come back I can give you a lil bit more

It don’t take much to keep my tempo

I don’t indulge in extra info

I maximize on minimal

Freaky, she speaking french to her

Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon

Shia Lebouf, give me nothin' but gold

Cold bitch, she wet, Lake Michigan

Fully loaded quesadilla, I work like a Mexican

Bad lil' hoe, your trap by hoe

Ain’t got a lotta tick, can’t talk right now

I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis?

(schemin')

Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down

I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis?

(schemin')

Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil ass be watchin'?)