Lil Cope - TROPHY

Damn Lil cope too fly he flexing
Big ass glock with a kick like Tekken
Bust down watch on my wrist I'm stepping
Took a nigga bitch now he think she missing

I got rings
We got sticks, we got beams
She just want the winning team
My neck diamond Krispy Kreme

I got a wood full of cookies and a bitch from hidden hills
She just took a trip to ATL and came back popping seals
Wrist on freeze, wrist on ice
All my G's, they tote pipes
They some rats, they some mice
I get racks, off some dice yeah

Ice on my neck I be trapping finessing
Ice on my neck I be trapping finessing
Ice on my neck I be trapping finessing
Ice on my neck I be trapping finessing
Your bitch on my dick so I say she obsessing
I ain't fall out bout no bitch I ain't stressing
I got me a Rollie it shine a trophy
Once I got the money they act like they know me

I fuck on her once now she think she my shorty
I got some ties in this bitch they my wodies
You say you freak don't just tell me just show me
I got five rings on my hand like I'm Kobe

He can't do it like me
I'm so fresh so icy
She say she a Pisces
Mike Amiri my jeans

Gotta keep up I'm flexing yeah
Bad hoes all in my section yeah
Fake hoe get out my mentions yeah
Got the glock in the sock with extensions yeah
I aim the stick while she suck on my dick
Made that nigga go blind cuz he stared at my wrist
I don't beef with the opps, my gang shoot when they diss
Bee staying rolling them woods and my tree smell like piss

Bankroll stunna and I'm riding in the Urus
Travel through the coast, niggas thinking I'm a tourist
Beating up the box now your bitch need insurance
Top dog on the block, I'm a real street purist
Lil Spike Lee drip got the Jay's off Mars
Yo my bitch too exotic man she love fast cars
See niggas still sleep so I wake 'em with the bars
Call me Jordan game 6, smoke a opp in a cigar

Damn Lil cope too fly he flexing
Big ass glock with a kick like Tekken
Bust down watch on my wrist I'm stepping
Took a nigga bitch now he think she missing

I got rings
We got sticks, we got beams
She just want the winning team
My neck diamond Krispy Kreme

I got a wood full of cookies and a bitch from hidden hills
She just took a trip to ATL and came back popping seals
Wrist on freeze, wrist on ice
All my G's they tote pipes
They some rats, they some mice
I get racks, off some dice yeah

Written by:
Chris Copeland

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