Video Super Coupe de Real Boston Richey 2024 Rap Lyrics

Real Boston Richey - Super Coupe Lyrics

"Super Coupe" lyrics Real Boston Richey Lyrics "Super Coupe"

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