[Intro]
(Durel made the beat, I'ma rock wit’ it)

[Chorus]
New coupe in the cab with her own stuff
Bitch tell her my time's finished
Got this vibe, bitch, she suckin' my socks off
Gotta come on her weight limit
My crew wishin’ I swear that it's my fault I feel like a mob boss
On the move every day, ain't no time to talk
And I smell like I can't die from you droppin' salt

[Verse 1]
We let the chopper talk
Told they wanted some smoke, but they caught it off
Got a cup full of dope, but don't know how to know My head spinnin', I need me, I'm tall enough Chopping sprees, see, we gotta cop it off Got this vibe, bitch, with me, she a barbie doll I didn’t eat it, but still had the beat, I’ma treat her And now she hold me like the analog Who got the best, bruh?
Who got the fastest car?
I thank her, she throw the pot I bow like a catamaran Oh, look how I raise the bar I'm straight like the Navy, boy The engine, I let it run What you think I get it for?

[Chorus]
New coupe in the cab with her own stuff
Bitch tell her my time’s finished
Got this vibe, bitch, she suckin' my socks off
Gotta come on her weight limit
My crew wishin' I swear that it's my fault I feel like a mob boss
On the move every day, ain’t no time to talk
And I smell like I can't die from you droppin' salt
[Verse 2]
No kid that just sucks it out You ain't know when I slept on my momma couch Tryna chill and I went on another route Fuckin' scale, I'm still waitin' my problems out They tryna use me for clout I got money, I went bought a bigger house When you check up, you know that's what we about

[Chorus]
New coupe in the cab with her own stuff
Bitch tell her my time's finished
Got this vibe, bitch, she suckin' my socks off
Gotta come on her weight limit
My crew wishin' I swear that it's my fault I feel like a mob boss
On the move every day, ain't no time to talk
And I smell like I can't die from you droppin' salt