New Coupe / Ride Out

Lyrics
[Part I: New Coupe] [Intro] Nobody, nobody Nobody, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I just hopped out the motherfucking coupe Drip just like a sliced fruit Niggas can't do what I do At the award show with my mom, dukes Ridin' with my skinny mini, she a size two Malibu with no bu, with my new boo Ridin' with my skinny mini, she a size two Malibu with no bu, with my new boo, yeah [Verse] Gracias, grey seers, niggas can't see us Ice like glaciers, niggas can't see us Sak's Fifth, pull me down, boots on these seats You just got yours, we at next years I'ma flex, yeah, diamond neck, yeah Draymond with the tech, yeah, new pro tech, yeah Label cut the check, yeah, I collect, yeah Crazy in that cat, take her to the vet, yeah [Chorus] I just hopped out the motherfucking coupe Drip just like a sliced fruit Niggas can't do what I do At the award show with my mom, dukes Ridin' with my skinny mini, she a size two Malibu with no bu, with my new boo Ridin' with my skinny mini, she a size two Malibu with no bu, with my new boo, yeah [Part II: Ride Out] [Intro] (I can ride around the city when I want to) (I put chrome twenty-fours on my old school) (I know they don't want you) (To be the man like I am, take a stand like I am) [Chorus] Ride out, ride out, ride out Ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out Ride out, ride out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey) Ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out (Yeah) [Verse] I got an itchin' for the dollars, fetish for the paper I don't talk much but my vibe is a fashion statement Eight-eighty doin' eighty in the slow lane Hit 'em where it hurts, no pain no gain This is God's plan, ain't do it by myself, man I'm just confident like I planned out the whole thing, yeah I need a foreign with the leather guts, yeah Neosporin, how I'm in the cut I give 'em hell before I give it up And since I only got one, I'ma live it up, yeah I'ma represent the city I was made in Lane changin', diamond medallion swingin', let's get it [Pre-Chorus] I can ride around the city when I want to I put chrome twenty-fours on my old school I know they don't want you To be the man like I am, take a stand like I am [Chorus] Ride out, ride out, ride out Ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out Ride out, ride out Ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out
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Credits
- Writers
- William Watkins
- Matthew Meier
- Iamsu!