(Huh, huh, huh, yeah huh)
(Yuh)
They had the killers in this bitch, tryna ride round low, tryna feel like a tourist
Too many stacks, too many packs, let's get into it, yeah
I got the ice on my wrist, it's the third eye clique, you know how we do it
F*ck what you heard, boy I'm standing on bizz, staying ten toes and I'm moving
I don't give a f*ck bout your crew, give a f*ck what you do, you just see me, I'm grooving
How many killers in this bitch, raise your blick high and air out this bitch
Cartier frames, can't stare through the tint, in a brand new hawk, boy I'm gone in the wind
Circle be small, I don't like no new friends, need me a key, the gang stay locked in
Done me show made a M, Matik Mercedes, I swerve in that benz
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
Yeah, I can't f*ck with a ratchet, I remember how they treated the boy
Now they look at me now and they seeing a savage
I was running laps in the field and they threw me in the bag, so I caught it like Madden
I dropped three albums in a year now I'm dropping the tape, cause the boy going matik
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe
Shorty blast off, for them killers in the coupe, I ain't pulling no strings like a loose ass tooth
Blunt by my side when I stay in the booth, lean in my blood, I'm addicted to blues
Sipping on remedy and mix up the juice
How many, how many killers in the coupe
Man you can't stare through this shit, raise your blick high and air out this bitch
Cartier frames, can't stare through the tint, in a brand new hawk, boy I'm gone in the wind
Keep the circle small, I don't like no new friends, need me a key, the gang stay locked in
Done me show made a M, Matik Mercedes, swerve in that benz
Ruzzi Montana - HOW MANY KILLERS ARE IN THE COUPE? Lyrics
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(Huh, huh, huh, yeah huh)
(Yuh)
They had the killers in this bitch, tryna ride round low, tryna feel like a tourist
Too many stacks, too many packs, let's get into it, yeah
I got the ice on my wrist, it's the third eye clique, you know how we do it
F*ck what you heard, boy I'm standing on bizz, staying ten toes and I'm moving
I don't give a f*ck bout your crew, give a f*ck what you do, you just see me, I'm grooving
How many killers in this bitch, raise your blick high and air out this bitch
Cartier frames, can't stare through the tint, in a brand new hawk, boy I'm gone in the wind
Circle be small, I don't like no new friends, need me a key, the gang stay locked in
Done me show made a M, Matik Mercedes, I swerve in that benz
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
Yeah, I can't f*ck with a ratchet, I remember how they treated the boy
Now they look at me now and they seeing a savage
I was running laps in the field and they threw me in the bag, so I caught it like Madden
I dropped three albums in a year now I'm dropping the tape, cause the boy going matik
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe
Shorty blast off, for them killers in the coupe, I ain't pulling no strings like a loose ass tooth
Blunt by my side when I stay in the booth, lean in my blood, I'm addicted to blues
Sipping on remedy and mix up the juice
How many, how many killers in the coupe
Man you can't stare through this shit, raise your blick high and air out this bitch
Cartier frames, can't stare through the tint, in a brand new hawk, boy I'm gone in the wind
Keep the circle small, I don't like no new friends, need me a key, the gang stay locked in
Done me show made a M, Matik Mercedes, swerve in that benz
(Yuh)
They had the killers in this bitch, tryna ride round low, tryna feel like a tourist
Too many stacks, too many packs, let's get into it, yeah
I got the ice on my wrist, it's the third eye clique, you know how we do it
F*ck what you heard, boy I'm standing on bizz, staying ten toes and I'm moving
I don't give a f*ck bout your crew, give a f*ck what you do, you just see me, I'm grooving
How many killers in this bitch, raise your blick high and air out this bitch
Cartier frames, can't stare through the tint, in a brand new hawk, boy I'm gone in the wind
Circle be small, I don't like no new friends, need me a key, the gang stay locked in
Done me show made a M, Matik Mercedes, I swerve in that benz
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe (huh)
Yeah, I can't f*ck with a ratchet, I remember how they treated the boy
Now they look at me now and they seeing a savage
I was running laps in the field and they threw me in the bag, so I caught it like Madden
I dropped three albums in a year now I'm dropping the tape, cause the boy going matik
How many killers in the coupe? How many, how many killers in the coupe
Shorty blast off, for them killers in the coupe, I ain't pulling no strings like a loose ass tooth
Blunt by my side when I stay in the booth, lean in my blood, I'm addicted to blues
Sipping on remedy and mix up the juice
How many, how many killers in the coupe
Man you can't stare through this shit, raise your blick high and air out this bitch
Cartier frames, can't stare through the tint, in a brand new hawk, boy I'm gone in the wind
Keep the circle small, I don't like no new friends, need me a key, the gang stay locked in
Done me show made a M, Matik Mercedes, swerve in that benz
Writer: Ruzzi Montana
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