Video Hop Out The Coupe de Ace Og 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

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, fuckin' pussy)
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)
Fuck 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)
Fuck with the dude (Fuck 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 fuck do I gotta lose? (Gotta lose)
I don't think first, I just shoot, figurin' shit 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' shit 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 bitches be laughin', smiley face like Joe Boxer (Huh)
These wiggas actors, they ain't worthy of winnin' a fuckin' Oscar (Damn)
I'ma cock her, I'ma tear it up like a monster
We gon' fuck shit up, killin' shit 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)
Fuck 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)
Fuck with the dude (Fuck 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 fuckin' play (Nope)
We gon' make a warzone like it's fuckin' doomsday (Woo)
Chop your fuckin' head off, Mortal Kombat, Midway (Damn)
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 bullshit, I be speakin' real facts (Real facts)
I don't fuck with tats, but my whole gang still slatt (Slatt)
Talkin' all that chit-chat, we gon' make your fuckin' 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 fuck with me, wigga, we'll be jumpin' (We'll be jumpin')
This music, we be bangin', yeah, that shit 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)
Fuck 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)
Fuck with the dude (Fuck 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