Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jump Out The Coupe!, artist - Soulja Boy. Date of issue: 16.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jump Out The Coupe! |
| Jumped out the coupe, jumped out the coupe |
| Jumped out the coupe, yeah, yeah |
| Jumped out the coupe, jumped out the coupe |
| Jumped out the coupe, yeah |
| Jumped out the coupe, nigga whippin' up dope |
| And don’t play with my gang, ain’t no playin' with Dre |
| Drop, wop, I’m having juice and some killers and niggas that’s ready to shoot |
| Ha, jumped out the coupe, look at my shoes |
| Pour up a deuce, yeah |
| I’m pourin' this out when we shootin' at you |
| Red Lambo, nigga, when I skrrt through |
| Red gelato, I’m trappin' |
| Money Gang, westside, nigga, I get to clappin' |
| Whack me a opp, he was gangster, nigga, what happened? |
| I take that brick and wrap it in a napkin |
| Jumped out the coupe, jumped out the coupe |
| Jumped out the coupe, yeah, yeah |
| Jumped out the coupe, jumped out the coupe |
| Jumped out the coupe, yeah |
| Jumped out the coupe, jumped out the coupe |
| Jumped out the coupe, yeah, yeah |
| Jumped out the coupe, jumped out the coupe |
| Jumped out the coupe, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m back again |
| Send your location, I’m ready to spin |
| I’m losing my voice, but I’m still going in |
| I was jumpin' the top out the Maybach 2020 Benz |
| If her boyfriend from D, trade Cartier lens |
| In with AK, Apple TV on film |
| Versace, they copy and that’s be him |
| Jump out the Gotti, new Maserati |
| Life of the party, hey, hey |
| Everyday, I’m trending topic, trap in the Martian |
| You know I be poppin', hey, hey |
| On feet, Yeezy, make it look easy |
| Diamonds be freezin', hey |
| Ran lot of M’s up, they didn’t believe me |
| Ran out on man when I’m passin', it’s easy |
| Big Draco the goat and I know they not and they see why |
| Just did an album and on it is T. I |
| Christian and Louis, I don’t wear no Levi’s |
| A Lamborghini drop top two-seater |
| Choppa clap, make him Macarena |
| That choppa gon' sing like, «Señorita» |
| Straight drop, Wockhardt, I don’t pocket tequila |
| Jump out the coupe, jump out the jump |
| Jump out the damn, I got them stamps |
| That’s a big body Lamb' |
| Open fire showers, they lookin' like, «Damn» |
| Draco ham, I’m fresh out the can |
| Keep dissin' on me and I’m murkin' your man |
| Got the passport stamps, I done went to Japan |
| And I’m spinnin' opp block just like ceiling fan |
| We gon' slide, blah-blah, black doors on minivans |
| Leave me my nigga, but I ain’t never rock no Vans |
| I beat that pot like Peter Pan |
| Shots, shots, they lookin' at me like, «Damn» |
| See no motorcycle, this a three-wheel Can-Am |
| I’ma run to that money like gingerbread man |
| Nigga, catch me if you can |
| Those Perc 30's 'bout to be in my hand |
| This ZaZa exotic came with the gram |