Soulja Boy - New Coupes Lyrics

New Coupes Song Lyrics
New Coupes by Soulja Boy Boy I try hard flex, move rough
Boy Im a big soujla, how the f**k ar you?
See my trap boys, they be on the news
Ill be cashing out on desina shoes
Drop top banz, boy new scope
Im a big soujla, how the f**k ar you?
See my trap boys, they be on the news
Ill 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 f**k 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 b**ch
Me aint got to ask, boy I told the truth
If you try me put you on the ditch
Ill be making money like a Mitch
The niggas b**ch 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 dont talk again
Boy I try hard flex move hoops
Boy Im a big soujla, how the f**k ar you?
See my trap boys, they be on the news
Ill be cashing out on desina shoes
Drop top banz, boy new scope
Im a big soujla, how the f**k ar you?
See my trap boys, they be on the news
Ill be cashing out on desina shoes
I got fifty bricks in my f**king 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%, f**k the may
I cash out, I dont 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, were like nine glance
Run upon me wrong boy, Imma blat
And your baby mamma, you know I smash
Riddin throw the hood, smelling like gas
Riddin throw the line and Im countin cash
Get a fat b**ch 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 youre week
Big ass gun knock you off your feet
Im ma travel hard til I rest in piece