Real Boston Richey - Super Coupe lyrics
[Real Boston Richey - Super Coupe lyrics]
I'm in a super coupe tonight
Slidin' in some other shit right now
Just been thinkin' lately, like
You know, shit ain't the same uh
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
(Ayy, 40, what that is?) mm, mm, uh
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds they say
"A dead man can't tell you
Who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before
But, I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll
Tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
She fuck me good
I take her down south and I buy new breasts
I'm chasin' pussy and I'm chasin' paper
I'm out of breath
They actin' like they focused on money
But be seekin' help that shit be really hell
Figured this shit out up in my cell
I had to fall back from the lean
That shit bad for my health
I wish I could tell my grandma I love her
But she ain't even here
I lost lil' Slugga down to the gutter, nigga
I ain't got no feels I'm ready to kill
Lost my cousin, see, shit was real
I know these niggas be
Talkin' that murder talk
But niggas'll squeal
Went on my first drill, free lil' Jacob
Shit still give me chills
I'm slidin' with a switch and Draco
It's just me and Bill it's just me and slime
Super coupe, just go in, jump
In the four door, see you tomorrow
She sad today, give her some time
She'll be happy tomorrow i'll buy a purse
Ain't never bow down and sayin' sorry
I buy Xanny bars in all of summer
I forget 'bout all my problems
Uh, no matter what, I'm goin' hard
Cold-blooded killers, they goin' hard
Had to talk with all of my niggas
Just playin' smart
When I check you on that problem
Don't take it to heart
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds they say
"A dead man can't tell you
Who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before
But, I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll
Tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
She fuck me good
I take her down south and I buy new breasts
I'm chasin' pussy and I'm chasin' paper
I'm out of breath
They actin' like they focused on money
But be seekin' help that shit be really hell
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds they say
"A dead man can't tell you
Who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before
But, I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll
Tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
Slidin' in some other shit right now
Just been thinkin' lately, like
You know, shit ain't the same uh
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
(Ayy, 40, what that is?) mm, mm, uh
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds they say
"A dead man can't tell you
Who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before
But, I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll
Tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
She fuck me good
I take her down south and I buy new breasts
I'm chasin' pussy and I'm chasin' paper
I'm out of breath
They actin' like they focused on money
But be seekin' help that shit be really hell
Figured this shit out up in my cell
I had to fall back from the lean
That shit bad for my health
I wish I could tell my grandma I love her
But she ain't even here
I lost lil' Slugga down to the gutter, nigga
I ain't got no feels I'm ready to kill
Lost my cousin, see, shit was real
I know these niggas be
Talkin' that murder talk
But niggas'll squeal
Went on my first drill, free lil' Jacob
Shit still give me chills
I'm slidin' with a switch and Draco
It's just me and Bill it's just me and slime
Super coupe, just go in, jump
In the four door, see you tomorrow
She sad today, give her some time
She'll be happy tomorrow i'll buy a purse
Ain't never bow down and sayin' sorry
I buy Xanny bars in all of summer
I forget 'bout all my problems
Uh, no matter what, I'm goin' hard
Cold-blooded killers, they goin' hard
Had to talk with all of my niggas
Just playin' smart
When I check you on that problem
Don't take it to heart
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds they say
"A dead man can't tell you
Who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before
But, I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll
Tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
She fuck me good
I take her down south and I buy new breasts
I'm chasin' pussy and I'm chasin' paper
I'm out of breath
They actin' like they focused on money
But be seekin' help that shit be really hell
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds they say
"A dead man can't tell you
Who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before
But, I like payin' bread
Them old niggas that came before you'll
Tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs