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coupon (remix) - shabazz pbg lyrics

[intro]
yb on da beat

[chorus: shabazz pbg]
i’m off two percs i don’t f-ck with the xans
i got a glock and i know it won’t jam
switched the flow up, these hoes know i’m the man
i got them packs and the a on demand
i got the deals like a coupon
your n-gga in the trap but that boy a p-wn
shoot from long range with the fully ar
i’m a starter, he just shoot at the stars
he sipping fu’ but he think he sip quali’
sticks on me like i play the timbali
bad b-tch named holly, she in love with molly
go to cali sippin’ lean, no bacardi
red b-tch and she look just like cardi b
i got a check now these lil’ b-tches follow me
ran it up, now these lil ‘b-tches swallow me
hundred rounds in that new srt

[verse 1: shabazz pbg]
they want some clout so they copy me
my name in his mouth, his main b-tch toppin’ me
do this sh-t for don so it ain’t no stopping me
rest in peace now, pour a four in a cream
tae dawg sleep, he addicted to lean
molly pink but your main b-tch is green
tuck in a glock, it just f-cked up my jeans
double g on me, i shoot for the team
bro got gl-sses, f-ck a beam
he want it clean but i served him fake lean
plugged in with bars so i got the double g’s
she popped a molly then dropped to her knees
hop out the car then i squeeze
bro got a fully ar in the jeep
i’m in the benz and my side b-tch a freak
don’t got a b-tch so i fly every week
keep the glock on me cause i know they plottin’
think i like your b-tch ’cause she keep on watchin’ me
count about hundred, you know i got broccoli
shoot, score, n-gga charles barkley
ain’t have a porch had to jump off the balcony
i’m in atlanta like falcons and hawks wit me
slide on your block
i’m tony hawk and sh-t
pbg and otd we be stalkin’ sh-t
send them shootas to your house if you talkin’ sh-t
f-ck a drive-by you know we be walkin’ sh-t
hol’ up
hop out the car i got double clip
glock 30s and it came wit’ a rubber grip
cut that n-gga off ’cause he on some sucker sh-t
n-gga, f-ck the rap game
i get a check then i double it

[verse 2: cardi b]
catch you outside b-tch, i catch you inside
whip more expensive than your n-gga ride
pockets on heavy, i’m rockin’ them mary jeans
b-tches is p-ssy, these b-tches is scared of me
peep from me, b-tch i turn you to a play
the sack on my wrist, yeah i look like a stain
i suck on a n-gga then i rob his chain
the glock is too hot like i just left the range
bang, b-b-b-b-b-bang
i f-ck with him still but it’s just not the same
he stood for me good and he good for the bank
a red little b-tch and i’m hard to maintain (gang)
bang, b-b-b-b-b-bang
i f-ck with him still but it’s just not the same
he stood for me good and he good for the bank
a red little b-tch and i’m hard to maintain (gang)

- shabazz pbg lyrics

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