PnB Rock, Roddy Ricch - New Coupe lyrics

I pulled up in that new coupe
I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne
(Bit! Bit!)
No hands ho
Skrt, ay
Danny, I see you
Ay

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')

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

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 Richh, bitch I got rich off the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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')

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

Huh, standin' on the block wit' a Glock
(Brrt)
Even tho' I'm rich I still
Be plottin' on the Opps
(fuck 'em)
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

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')

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