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yba youngsavage - got that brand new coupe كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(oh sh_t, 4reign, you cooked this one up, n_gga?)
ayy, what the f_ck?
(sauceboy, turn me the f_ck up!)
(hey, youngsavage in this b_tch!)
huh, hold up—
b_tch talk crazy, i might crash this whip (skrrt!)
f_ck school, i was thuggin’ in the halls with a stick (boom!)
nah, lemme go back—nah, lemme run that sh_t

[chorus]
i got that brand new coupe, b_tch, move, you ain’t ridin’ (nah)
got a glock in the seat, if he tweak, he dyin’ (boom!)
don’t ask for a ride, ho, walk, quit cryin’
whole lotta bread in my jeans, not lyin’ (bands!)
brand new stick and it came with a switch
talk that sh_t, then you end in a ditch
i don’t do love, just f_ck that b_tch
i’m youngsavage, i pop my sh_t!

[verse 1]
b_tch, i came from the gutta, i ain’t never had nothin’
used to sleep on the floor with a blade in the oven
n_gga dissin’ my name, that boy must want a coffin
put a tag on his toe, now his momma straight sobbin’ (hah)
pistol tucked in my hoodie, that .40 my bae
say it’s smoke, then it’s that—b_tch, i’m slidin’ today
tried to cross me once, got hit broad day
now his face on a shirt, and his block got sprayed
i don’t pray, i just aim, then i send a few flames
f_ck the opps and the judge, they can all eat pain
got a b_tch named lex and she love snort cane
she bring me the loot while i’m clutchin’ this thing
i ain’t change for sh_t, i’m still that one
with a chip on my shoulder and a loaded gun
let a p_ssy n_gga try, bet his soul get spun
got a 30 in my coat, i ain’t fightin’ none
[chorus]
i got that brand new coupe, b_tch, move, you ain’t ridin’ (move)
got a glock in the seat, if he tweak, he dyin’ (boom!)
don’t ask for a ride, ho, walk, quit cryin’
whole lotta bread in my jeans, not lyin’ (facts)
brand new stick and it came with a switch
talk that sh_t, then you end in a ditch
i don’t do love, just f_ck that b_tch
i’m youngsavage, i pop my sh_t!

[verse 2]
n_gga, who the f_ck you pressin’? not me, b_tch, please
heard your homie got hit, y’all cried on live, weak knees (hah)
i was posted on the 9 with a pole in my sleeve
while your brother doin’ tiktoks, i’m sendin’ out beams
let a ho act sl!ck, she gettin’ replaced
she want love, i want head and a pack in the safe
got a trap house jumpin’, got the feds on trace
but i’m too d_mn sl!ck, i ain’t leavin’ no trace
said he up next—n_gga, you is a joke
you ain’t never had opps or a strap in your coat
i was outside young, sellin’ packs off hope
now i pull up in a coupe and your b_tch just choke (b_tch!)
yeah, i’m reckless, raw, no leash
got a gun that bark, no peace
turn a opp to a hashtag quick
then i dance on his name with a brand new piece (b_tch!)
[outro]
(oh sh_t, 4reign, you cooked this one up, n_gga?)
ha, ha, b_tch, we ridin’
sauceboy, turn me up again
yba youngsavage, hoe
got that coupe—nah, got that .30 too
if i said it, i meant it
bang out business, f_ck you gon’ do? (p_ssy)
free the real, f_ck the rest
savage sh_t, b_tch!

- yba youngsavage

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