ace og – hop out the coupe lyrics
[intro]
(woo)
eazi+klu, this beat be bangin’
(bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
synchronize
(bah, bah, brrr, f+ckin’ p+ssy)
muzik
(woo)
[chorus]
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe)
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), run up and shoot (brrr, brrr)
f+ck with the dude (woo, woo), doo, doo, doo, doo (doo, doo, doo, doo)
i got the juice (i got the juice), gimme the loot (gimme the loot)
hop out the coupe (skrrt), hop out the coupe (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), run up and shoot (brrr, brrr)
f+ck with the dude (f+ck with the dude), doo, doo, doo, doo (doo, doo, doo, doo)
i got the juice (i got the juice), gimme the loot (gimme the loot, ooh)
[verse 1]
jumpin’ out the window roof, what the f+ck do i gotta lose? (gotta lose)
i don’t think first, i just shoot, figurin’ sh+t out like blue’s clues (huh)
causin’ all this chaos, we be makin’ the block real hot (yeah)
smokin’ on some loud ass pot, we the ones that be sendin’ shots (ayy)
talkin’ sh+t on the internet, oh, you think it’s funny (hahaha)
just be glad that i don’t ever brag about my money (nah)
oh, makin’ fun of me is your job, oh, that’s lovely (lovely)
i been takin’ spanish lately, perra feo, ugly (ugly)
the– the– the beat murderers
all these b+tches be laughin’, smiley face like joe boxer (huh)
these wiggas actors, they ain’t worthy of winnin’ a f+ckin’ oscar (d+mn)
i’ma c+ck her, i’ma tear it up like a monster
we gon’ f+ck sh+t up, k!llin’ sh+t with a chopper (brrr)
[chorus]
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe)
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), run up and shoot (brrr, brrr)
f+ck with the dude (woo, woo), doo, doo, doo, doo (doo, doo, doo, doo)
i got the juice (i got the juice), gimme the loot (gimme the loot)
hop out the coupe (skrrt), hop out the coupe (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), run up and shoot (brrr, brrr)
f+ck with the dude (f+ck with the dude), doo, doo, doo, doo (doo, doo, doo, doo)
i got the juice (i got the juice), gimme the loot (gimme the loot, ooh)
[verse 2]
chopper on the side of my waist, we don’t f+ckin’ play (nope)
we gon’ make a warzone like it’s f+ckin’ doomsday (woo)
chop your f+ckin’ head off, mortal kombat, midway (d+mn)
ain’t no one wanna mess with us, they just run away (run away)
the– the– the beat murderers
i just bought a new patek for selene, watch that (watch that)
i don’t speak bullsh+t, i be speakin’ real facts (real facts)
i don’t f+ck with tats, but my whole gang still slatt (slatt)
talkin’ all that chit+chat, we gon’ make your f+ckin’ head splat (bam, bam)
these wiggas, they be snitches, they don’t know what’s comin’ (they don’t know what’s comin’)
try to f+ck with me, wigga, we’ll be jumpin’ (we’ll be jumpin’)
this music, we be bangin’, yeah, that sh+t be bumpin’ (yeah)
this girl be suckin’ on me like a trumpet (huh)
[chorus]
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe)
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), run up and shoot (brrr, brrr)
f+ck with the dude (woo, woo), doo, doo, doo, doo (doo, doo, doo, doo)
i got the juice (i got the juice), gimme the loot (gimme the loot)
hop out the coupe (skrrt), hop out the coupe (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
hop out the coupe (hop out the coupe), run up and shoot (brrr, brrr)
f+ck with the dude (f+ck with the dude), doo, doo, doo, doo (doo, doo, doo, doo)
i got the juice (i got the juice), gimme the loot (gimme the loot, ooh)
the– the– the beat murderers
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