Coupe Gts Lyrics

[Intro]
Brrt
Ayy, turn me up, Bally, chyeah

[Chorus]
I f*ck up the coupe GTS (I f*ck up the coupe)
I f*ck up the coupe GTS (GTS)
I f*ck up the club with my chest (Ha, ha, with my chest)
I f*ck up the club with my neck (With my neck)
I f*ck up the T like Drake (Like Drizzy)
Certified, I lick her boydem with the Drac' (Ha, ha)
I pop out, slap it on the mains (Baow)
I pop out, slap it in your face (Baow)
[Verse 1]
I pop out, the baddies say my name (Ha)
I pop out, you hear the baddies scream (They scream)
I rock a presidential when I walk the street (Baow)
I'm in London, I feel bigger than Sadiq
You can't take me for a neek, for a geek (Ha, ha)
My gun a freak, pokin' out like a tease (Like a tease)
I'm 'bout to milkshake my baddie like Kelis (Ha, ha)
I love money 'fore I did the song with Yeat (Ayy, turn me up, Bally, the money, ha, ha)
You know Bally, that's my brother, f*ck the beats (That's my bro)
Soon as she hop on the bike, she ride me 'til I sleep (Ha, uh)
Soon as she, soon as she, soon as she give me the Benz P (The Benz punani)
East London, South London, throwin' it up (S class)
West London, North London, stay on top (The S class)
Worldwide, I put my city on the map (Baow)
I'm the reason niggas talk 'bout UK trap (Trap)
I'm the, I'm the reason you wore leather jeans and tote your strap (Chyeah)
I'm the, I'm the reason why your girl tall, skinny, and Black (Ha) I made you get fly, I made you sharpen up your shank, huh
I made you break the bank, I made you change the way you rap (Ha)

[Chorus]
I f*ck up the coupe GTS (GTS)
I f*ck up the coupe GTS (GTS)
I f*ck up the club with my chest (Ha, with my chest)
I f*ck up the club with my neck (With my neck)
I f*ck up the T like Drake (Ayy, turn me up, Bally)
Certified, I lick her boydem with the Drac' (Ah)
I pop out, slap it on the mains (Baow)
I pop out, slap it in your face (Baow)
[Verse 2]
Huh, Don Cavalli, rockin' the Marni, life of the party
Ridin' a Harley, keepin' it gnarly, came with a army, baddie Somali (Chyeah)
She light the place up like it's Diwali, rockin' a sari (Skrrt)
She give me the Benz P, her best friend get me Ferrari
Huh, she give me the best V, she give me, she give me, she give me the vroom-vroom
She wanna test me, she give me, she give me the best, mm-hmm
She my R1, I lift her and give her a rev (Vroom-vroom)
She wanna f*ck me on my bike, I lift up her leg (Chyeah), mm-hmm

[Chorus]
I f*ck up the coupe GTS (I f*ck up the coupe)
I f*ck up the coupe GTS (GTS)
I f*ck up the club with my chest (Ha, with my chest)
I f*ck up the club with my neck (Chyeah)
I f*ck up the T like Drake (Ayy, turn me up, Bally, like Drizzy)
Certified, I lick her boydem with the Drac' (With the Drac')
I pop out, slap it on the mains (Baow)
I pop out, slap it in your face (Baow), huh

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