Javion Bishop – Black Coupe Lyrics

Bandana Baby
Still going crazy
7 Rings in
Bitch I feel like Brady
Hits like Tyson
Bops like I'm Baby
Black coupe skating
Still on papers
I'm top shotta
150K in
1st in the ranking
Still underrated
Cutthroat killer nigga
I am not playing
Elevate ya pen, wtf is y'all saying
Pictures wit your guns, niggas still clout chasing
SoundCloud taping, niggas really instagram models I'm just saying
You ain't getting no paper
Y'all not ballers
Y'all moving flagrant
VVS papa
watch bezel flood
Got it out the mud
God in my blood
BMX BaBa
I just wanna stunt
Life in my blunt
Suicide Cup
Ain't to many niggas who gone do it like us
Tryna swipe style
But you ain't pop once
You niggas talk baddie
But you don't wanna punch
Beltway 8 to Dallas
Area I run
Black Couple whipper
Killing rap niggas
Real Icy Wizard
Big Ice, a blizzard
Neck Nova Scotia
Wrist went swimming
Big switch flipper
Bout to hit the motherfukin
What's the issue what's muhfukin problem lil bruh
Ill advised, if you niggas get to wildin wit us
Ain't no toosie when I'm talking we gone slide on you bruh
Juice got me levitating, feel like God in my cup
Black Coupe, ride smooth I be gliding like f*ck
I was down now I'm up nigga I think I'm stuck
Black tints you cannot see inside when I f*ck
I'm that guy, I'm the one, oh my god bitch, you talking to
Lord Javion what the f*ck you gotta say to me
World in my hands you can't take that shit away from me
In 2017 I told you niggas not to play wit me
I guess you didn't listen, nigga I been on a mission
Northside of the 281, you know where I'm from
I take off like the starting gun, bitch I'm 1 of 1
Homicide, every lyric, line, verses genocide
Every time, check the records nigga, numbers never lie
I am God, what you niggas on, I ain't never lost
I'm confused, how you niggas move
Who the f*ck is y'all
What you want, I can make a call shit can get resolved
We been knocking niggas faces off, we ain't tryna talk
They love running they mouths but they ain't saying shit
They love feeding you lies and entertaining shit
Somebody get em they need to know who they playing wit
I write my raps with the same hand I be aiming wit
I be sliding thru the city in my black coupe
New rims sitting pretty when I smash through
Bandana still bumping out the back too
The big stepper, size 12's doing tap moves