Soulja Boy - New Coupes lyrics

rate me

Boy I try hard flex, move rough

Boy I’m a big soujla, how the fuck ar’ you?

See my trap boys, they be on the news

I’ll be cashing out on desina shoes

Drop top banz, boy new scope

I’m a big soujla, how the fuck ar’ you?

See my trap boys, they be on the news

I’ll be cashing out on desina shoes

Drop top banz, boy new scope

Boy I go hard right on copes

I am big souja, how the fuck is you?

See my young nigga they be on the lues

Stop me up in traffic, you know what to do

Had the thirty on me, long as a bitch

Me ain’t got to ask, boy I told the truth

If you try me put you on the ditch

I’ll be making money like a Mitch

The niggas bitch made ‘em really snitch

Ride throw the hood thirty on my hip

Run all on me boy, I got that acid, man

Run up on me boy and you don’t talk again

Boy I try hard flex move hoops

Boy I’m a big soujla, how the fuck ar’ you?

See my trap boys, they be on the news

I’ll be cashing out on desina shoes

Drop top banz, boy new scope

I’m a big soujla, how the fuck ar’ you?

See my trap boys, they be on the news

I’ll be cashing out on desina shoes

I got fifty bricks in my fucking stash

Free my niggas ill, free count the cash

I take the chickens, make them check the bail

He said he wanna split it down to hell

I need 80%, fuck the may’

I cash out, I don’t do the tell

Twenty fifty cash Lord, I do the dash

Riddin’ throw the hood, smelling like gas

TV screen looking like a I Pack

Round, round town, we’re like nine glance

Run upon me wrong boy, I’mma blat

And your baby mamma, you know I smash

Riddin’ throw the hood, smelling like gas

Riddin’ throw the line and I’m countin’ cash

Get a fat bitch with a fat ass

When travel hard, when I count cash

Boy the day pistols, gotta bang

Money on me boy, I gott bang

Boy I check a flag like I check a bang

SODMG we runnin’ at

Run upon me wrong, we splay a flag

Chopper hit your friends lay on you back

Lay upon your house, you get kidnapped

All I need is nothin’ but this text map

Hundred key needed one day

I just hit a lick with all sixty key

They call me young Pablo E

Blowin' on dope, with no seeds

Run up on me wrong, you get rip

With my young shutters and they told you’re week

Big ass gun knock you off your feet

I’m ma travel hard til I rest in piece