Copafield lyrics

404, aye, aye

(Hook 1)
I be in the field then disappear like Copafield
n*gga posing with the strap I know he not foreal

(Verse 1)
Aye, me and my n*ggas on the map b*tch that's my gang
And my chain be swangin, johnny Dang-ing
Lanes i'm changing, I'm in a foreign, you in a 4 door
Finna be touring, can't get out your door, aye
All i want is peace and quiet, imma start a riot
All bullsh*t aside, coldest n*gga alive, aye
Beamer blue like a blue jay, going up like a tuesday
Karate chop like bruce say, never pressed for no pus-say
Codeine in my kool-aid, (i'm leaning, i'm leaning), uh
K-Preme got a click-clack, i'm recording n*gga get back
Water whip where my wrist at, my name where your list at
My gang where your b*tch at, aye, my gang with your b*tch
Told ya lil b*tch it's my season, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your hoe on her knees yeah she pleasing, going this hard for
No reason, I play and get tired, then i'm leaving
(Why he go so hard) Lean got her sucking me while i'm sleeping
(I'm leaning, i'm leaning, I'm leaning, i'm leaninggg)
Okay Long Live A$ap Yams, NAZ that's my fam, boy
We ain't heard of him, so we finna murder him, we pull
The curtains in, (that's my shooter) If i don't know him
I ain't serving him, ( I can't serve you) my Ksubis all blanco
True story, James Franco, 10 chains, n*gga Django, playa n*gga
Need a kangol, smoking fruity n*gga mango, set a trend when i change
Clothes, me and my n*ggas run trains on ya main hoe, ya main hoe, main hoe
(Hook 2)
I be in the field then disappear like Copafield
n*gga posing with the strap I know he not foreal, I know he not foreal

(Verse 2)
Aye, aye, aye, aye
We be in the field then disappear like Copafield
n*gga possin with the strap we know he not foreal
We know he not foreal, the way I'm piped up in your b*tch you'd think I
Popped a pill, NAZ, b*tch, aye, aye, aye
Good Cartier on my frames, and my jeans they say helmet lane
In the booth n*gga going insane!
Good wood grain and i'm... and i'm gone, and i'm gone
Leave me lone, don't hit my phone, aye