Brand New Coupe

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 F*ck 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