Letra de Super Coupe - Real Boston Richey

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

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