Brand New Coupe Lyrics

Brand new coupe, tore the roof off

Talking shit, bitch, you soft

In a SRT, we pull out speeding, then we cruise off

Try to run up I hit you like Chito Vera hit Cruz, dog

Keep my circle tight, you get cut off for that loose talk

You a fucking random, not my gang, you can't hang around

We got this shit off working everyday, not off playing round

Trackhawk the loudest, yo whip it don't make a sound

Big body coupe, we finna race it now

Race that coupe in the dead of the night

Hit lil bro, rocked him once, then I said to get right

Cop what I want, bitch, I ain't checking the price

Diamonds beep every time if yo ass checking the ice

Bitch, we destined to make it

Bitch, I'm the best that ain't famous

A lot of people been lurking

I invest in a stainless

And I want that Trackhawk, keep the vette, cause it ain't shit

They always used to doubt me, ain't expect me to make it

Had to grind, had to turn shit up

Tires, bitch, we burning up

Trying to give advice, you ain't make shit

Bitch, I head enough

Talking like you up but then you ask me have you heard of us

Fuck no, it's my turn, I'm up

Money I can't earn enough

Got to keep going for it

Got to keep stacking with it

You used to be a pussy, got some fame and now you acting different

I'ma run that money up all day, bitch, I'm stacking different

Ain't worried bout you

Bitch, I'm worried bout the bag I'm getting

I'ma walk forward with the hands feel like Strickland

Why you always talking shit but when you need to you can't listen

I'ma make that money, run it up

Lil bitch, I'm too efficient

If he run up clean em up, yeah

Bitch, I do the dishes

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Do the dishes

My bro still got a dirty cup

Bro tripping, he can't give the 30s up

Run up on me got a

Motherfucking 30 tucked

Said you'll run up, lil bitch, hurry up

Sending threats don't worry us

My wrist a McFlurry bust

Took off in the coupe at the light

Lenciaga stepping, add two to my height

Bitch tripping, she high just like Buddha all night

Lil bro you is not a shooter, alright, uh

Lil bro you ain't on shit, do you understand

I'ma go flip though a hundred bands

Yo lil ass flexing off one advance

Bitch I walk in and I say run the bags, yeah, yeah