歌词
I might just crash the coupe
Pouring up this lean
This ain't new
Smoking on supreme
Thought you knew
Crash the coupe
This a foreign not ford
Dying like I got
ALS
Im so high I'm flying like I'm
LAX
Like a jet
I don't text
Bitch
I sext
Pouring up this lemonade, with this hi tech
I might just crash the coupe
Pouring up this lean
This ain't new
Smoking on supreme
Thought you knew
I ain't new to this
I been countin racks
I Flipping packs
Fell in luv with the trap
Fell in luv with the trap