Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Copped It Anyway , by - Blake. Release date: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Copped It Anyway |
| Boy please don’t play, you gon' make me keep it straight |
| Boy you flyin' Spirit just to cap up in LA |
| Fuck a Ferragamo, nigga I’m a heavyweight, uh |
| It was really late, hundred down the interstate (Fuck) |
| Used to break it down and bag it by UTSA, ayy |
| Lil' bitch I would hit, bagged that shit once it got weight (Yeah) |
| Even if it was quiet, every month we relocate (Yeah) |
| All the way around, twin stay posted at the store (Nah) |
| Bitch see my wrist, no I ain’t your average Joe (Yeah) |
| She let my nigga hit, but we could play like I don’t know |
| First thing she talkin' 'bout is that she ain’t like other hoes, uh |
| Stack 'em like Sinead, bitch my chain on goodness greez, jeez (Fuck) |
| Bought a 2018 Audi, crashed it in a week (Week) |
| Thousand dollar belt, but these just hundred dollar sneaks |
| Just cop another pair if they get dirty or a crease, fuck |
| Look, slam dunking niggas like I’m in the NBA (Yeah) |
| I’m about my chips, I stack my chips like Frito-Lay (Fuck) |
| Nigga these is Forces, nigga these is not no J’s (Fuck) |
| Probably won’t even wear it, I still copped it anyway (Yeah) |
| I said bitch, where your cash at? |
| Bitch where your bags at? |
| (Fuck) |
| We don’t got no smoke, you type of nigga that we laugh at (What?) |
| I’ma cop that drip from Rodeo back to Fairfax (shit) |
| Scatpack wasn’t fast enough, I went and copped the Hellcat |
| Ride really steady, drip I hit Rodelly |
| Ready if you ready (Yeah), bitch I’m rollin' heavy (Fuck) |
| Inside of it peanut butter, outside of it jelly |
| I don’t chase a bag, that bag chase me like Tom and Jerry (Yeah) |
| If I’m on the way, don’t know how long I’ma take (Fuck) |
| Watch cost 30K, but I still show up real late |
| That cap that you doin' on the net is not okay (No) |
| How you gettin' a bag with all them feelings in the way? |
| (Fuck) |
| Can’t see behind the tint, through the tint my shit hit, yeah (Fuck) |
| Diamonds dance like this, bitch my wrist is on piss (Shit) |
| Trying to get rich, ain’t no time for the bullshit, yeah (Fuck) |
| If I pass, don’t miss, it’s lil' BLAKE with the assist (Yeah) |
| Look, slam dunking niggas like I’m in the NBA (Yeah) |
| I’m about my chips, I stack my chips like Frito-Lay (Fuck) |
| Nigga these is Forces, nigga these is not no J’s (Fuck) |
| Probably won’t even wear it, I still copped it anyway (Yeah) |