650 Luc

I been ridin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe

Yeah

Slidin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe

Nowadays they call me 650 Luc

650 Luc, 650 Luc

Ridin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe

I don't fuck wit' strangers

Got a bad attitude

Lot of anger yeah

For that brown bag, you get ate up

When you down bad, they don't save us

Had to hustle for everything a nigga got

On my Pops

Big brother fuckin' up Grandmama pots

That boy hot

In tha kitchen playin' wit' all that damn fire

Young boy got that pole on him

Know that boy'll ride

If a nigga say I told on him

Then that boy a lie

Death before dishonor

Ima be like that until I die

Gotta be careful out here

I can not skress that shit alot

GOD blessing me a lot

Thanks for gettin' me off that block

Yeah

I been ridin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe

Yeah

Slidin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe

Nowadays they call me 650 Luc

650 Luc, 650 Luc

Ridin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe

Dreamed about that 745

Grandma still fightin' for her life

Yeah Uh

I been down bad, but I been tryin'

Pockets dry

I done gave away too much of mine

But Ima be just fine

I don't even remember the last time

I paid my rent on time

We ain't got no gas, and it ain't hot

But we still survived

He went to jail for his first time

They still gave him 9

And we didn't even ask the Lord why

My man still alive

All these court cases got me traumatized

And all this money talkin' got my tongue tied

And kickin' doors got my lil' cuzz 5

I been paper chasin' for a long time

I been ridin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe

Yeah

Slidin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe

Nowadays they call me 650 Luc

650 Luc, 650 Luc

Ridin' in that 650 coupe

650 coupe, 650 coupe