New Coupe

Lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock & Roddy Ricch] I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Bit! Bit!) Go head, O Skrt, ay Danny, I see you Ay [Chorus: PnB Rock & Roddy Ricch] I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt) Diamonds in my teeth, yeah, they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny) Your bitch wanna fuck 'cause she's seen my brand new chain (Ice) And she see I'm up and I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin') [Post-Chorus: PnB Rock] I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs) You sellin' them drugs (Drugs) The streets show me love (Love) Yeah (Yeah) Don't give a fuck (fuck) So please don't run up (Up) My hittas be in the cut (The cut) Yeah [Verse 1: Roddy Ricch & PnB Rock] My diamonds shinin' big, these VVs (Yeah) And my ex bitch watchin' me on TV Young nigga had to trap it out and go and get it (Get it) Bitch I bought that brand new Bentley, I ain't go in a rented (Skrt) Ay, trap nigga, I'ma turn until the fall (Fall) Ay, remember I was kickin' in doors (Doors, doors) Ay, I've been on a PJ, got designer drip Ay, and she flipped the digits, gotta buy her a whip I was at a trap house when the Feds did a sweep (Did a sweep) So I had to run them digits up, them racks on me (Get them racks on me) So I can pull up in them projects in a brand new coupe Roddy Ricch, bitch I got rich off the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: PnB Rock & Roddy Ricch] I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt) Diamonds in my teeth, yeah they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny) Your bitch wanna fuck 'cause she's seen my brand new chain (Ice) And she see I'm mobbin', I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin') [Post-Chorus: PnB Rock] I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs) You sellin' them drugs (Drugs) The streets show me love (Love) Yeah (Yeah) Don't give a fuck (fuck) So please don't run up (Up) My hittas be in the cut (The cut) Yeah [Verse 2: PnB Rock] Huh, standin' on the block wit' a Glock (Brrt) Even tho' I'm rich I still be plottin' on the Opps (fuck 'em) [Grab a gun?] so I won't stop, get the drop It's so all them pussy niggas six feet in a box (Block, block) All my bitches bad, they like Givenchy and shit (Ooo) All these VVS's, man, this shit cost grip (Drippin') Run up, you get done up, bitch, I empty the clip (Brrt) Gucci wit' Balenci', bitch, I stay wit' the drip (Ay) I just be poppin' them tags (Tags) Ridin' around in a Jag (Skrt, skrt) All of these haters so mad (Mad) 'Cause I'm havin' all of this cash (Cash) Bitches, they on me, I brag (Brag) Chasin', I'm chasin' the bag In a whip, I haul ass Two hundred all in the dash, bitch [Chorus: PnB Rock & Roddy Ricch] I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt) Diamonds in my teeth, yeah they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny) Your bitch wanna fuck 'cause she's seen my brand new chain (Ice) And she see I'm mobbin', I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin') [Post-Chorus: PnB Rock] I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs) You sellin' them drugs (Drugs) The streets show me love (Love) Yeah (Yeah) Don't give a fuck (fuck) So please don't run up (Up) My hittas be in the cut (The cut) Yeah