Not Klyde, Rockstar Jt - Coupe Deville lyrics
[Not Klyde, Rockstar Jt - Coupe Deville lyrics]
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bakin' bread like I'm a pastry chef
I got flour I pulled from the grave He left
Yeah the demons stay clear from the strap
Issa hazard aim for the neck
And they know when they next
And I know when they neck snap, dust to dust
God save us, from the dusk to dusk
Demons creepin', they prey on us
But they can't touch me, I'm so fresh
Can't touch me, my hammer go crazy
I make a beat drop, make it go wavy
Thrash Life, 39 stream it now daily
Homie pullin up when the beat go crazy
Y'all not getting this, this is crazy
This that Thrash Life, ya hearrr me
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, with Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ants in My Pants not Klyde
Bible In My Hand not Klyde
Ants in My Pants not Klyde
Hop-hop-hop-hop on the track so I stunt
Kickin' flavour gotta call me a punt
Big God, but I don't gotta stunt
Light a fire in my soul like a blunt
I gotta shine now
No Zauntee, but it is my time now
You run out of time now
You too busy chasin' mine now
Pull up on the block
Gotta tell my people hello open up my mouth
Canary diamonds, and they yellow
Music make you sour like
You just bit amaretto 'Bama to Vancouver
How we comin', we got several
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bakin' bread like I'm a pastry chef
I got flour I pulled from the grave He left
Yeah the demons stay clear from the strap
Issa hazard aim for the neck
And they know when they next
And I know when they neck snap, dust to dust
God save us, from the dusk to dusk
Demons creepin', they prey on us
But they can't touch me, I'm so fresh
Can't touch me, my hammer go crazy
I make a beat drop, make it go wavy
Thrash Life, 39 stream it now daily
Homie pullin up when the beat go crazy
Y'all not getting this, this is crazy
This that Thrash Life, ya hearrr me
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, with Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ants in My Pants not Klyde
Bible In My Hand not Klyde
Ants in My Pants not Klyde
Hop-hop-hop-hop on the track so I stunt
Kickin' flavour gotta call me a punt
Big God, but I don't gotta stunt
Light a fire in my soul like a blunt
I gotta shine now
No Zauntee, but it is my time now
You run out of time now
You too busy chasin' mine now
Pull up on the block
Gotta tell my people hello open up my mouth
Canary diamonds, and they yellow
Music make you sour like
You just bit amaretto 'Bama to Vancouver
How we comin', we got several
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they burnin'
I got my Jesus yeah He my savior I go crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah, yeah, yeah