Ballerina Coupe Lyrics – cupcakKe

Read the full Ballerina Coupe lyrics by cupcakKe along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Cupcakke’s music, you can also explore Rubik’s Cube and Ufo, two other songs by Cupcakke.

[Verse]
Hey, ho, hey, b!tch, it’s me
I’m serving you c*nt in the VIP
Even though a b!tch pushing thirty
Face card still screaming, need a fake ID
I keep a lip gloss in my motherfu*king purse
‘Cause if a n!gga with me, he gon’ pay for it first
Stab me in the back, he gon’ end up in the dirt
And I’ma piggyback ride on his motherfu*king hearse
I say, I work, I squirt, I drink
I’m walking in straight to the back of the bank
The n!gga on whip come in polka dot pink

‘Cause I’m getting spotted everywhere that his b!tch ain’t
Wig standing on her head, Jimmy Neutron
The price going higher, yours get a coupon
I get up on a broom and I twirl my wand
‘Cause I wish a b!tch would think she better than mwah
You pressed, rest, I don’t want your man
Got my feet kicked up like my sonogram
Fix your life, call Iyanla in
A scary ass b!tch is what I’m conjuring
I look better by beyond, you look like a yawn
A step down for me is a Louis Vuitton
I really fu*king won, dye my hair blonde
B!tch, you’re still waiting on your tax refund
B!tch, you cool wh*re, do you need a heater?
Saucy that I’m at the top like a margherita
Talking that s*it till I pull up and I meet her
Now she Hello Kitty, no mouth when I see her
I done turned down six labels in a row, yeah, b!tch, who?
Name another b!tch that could do what I do
Never paid a bot or a manager b!tch
And I’m never still doing what they do
I’ma eating b!tches down, all the way to the ground
Might have a picnic now
Thought to myself, “When a n!gga take a s*it, do his d!ck just swing in the toilet and drown?”
Little rebound, flash it so you know we hound

Every time I pull up in the town, I’ma sit on my money in the dark
Hold a lighter for spark, now I’m levitating off the fu*king ground
I said
Roses are red, violets are blue
I rose from the dead when the violets ain’t blue
Spin around the block in a ballerina coupe
Two arms in the air, hanging out the sunroof
Like, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Do two rounds, never wasting my shot
I told them n!ggas, this a ballerina coupe
Set ten toes down, you look bulletproof
I’m rolling out of bed, but don’t wanna leave the house
‘Cause the money I just read was enormous amount
N!ggas tryna get me preg, but don’t wanna pull out
He put his d!ck in his walls when the TV got mount
I be rolling with some n!ggas, they be rolling with some b!tches
I be rolling with some b!tches, they be rolling with some n!ggas
Long as we fu*king rolling, you know we coming vicious
Reincarnate as a pigeon, I be s*itting on these b!tches, yeah

[Outro]
1997, I was born a fu*king legend
I can smoke weed in Chicago, in L.A. they will inhale it
I don’t give a fu*k if n!ggas is not buying what I’m selling
I just give these hoes free game and hope one day they will compel it, b!tch