Bruce Wayne Coupe Lyrics – Veeze

Read the full Bruce Wayne Coupe lyrics by Veeze from the album Y’all Won along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Veeze’s music, you can also explore Malice in the Palace and Old Shit, two other songs by Veeze.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, once and for all, man, you know what I’m saying?
Forever and always, n!gga, biggest gang on earth, we do this s*it in my sleep
Biggest sipper in this s*it, n!gga (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
And I came up from nothing, n!gga, ask mob (No cap)
Lot of n!ggas pass it off on the sandlot
B!tch can’t even believe it’s me, she done wiped her eyes
Dog ain’t never had a plug trapping all his life (Plug, kissing ass n!gga)
Keep my word on my name, capping ain’t my style (I’m on)
Kiss your mama every day, know we gun you down
How I end up with these sons and no baby shower? (The fu*k?)
Y’all s*it ton of makeup likе supermodels (On God, bad s*it)
Yeah, wе sliding, I’m driving, n!gga, I’m still busting (I’m still busting, skrrt)
OG told us leave him alone, but we gon’ still do something (Come on, now, he hard)
He in the stu’ ducking, see the smoke and backpaddle (Lame ass n!gga, crying ass n!gga)
I’m in a Bruce Wayne coupe, where is Catwoman? (Trying not to, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
His mom dukes get on that goofy s*it, I’m straight on her (On God, his mom be on that goofy s*it)
I might be next to run a mile, I took on O4 (No cap, come on)
You know our traps be super clean, junkies do the chores
Piece on my neck motion pic, guess that’s Waterboy (Check me out)
These n!ggas green as the texts on an Android
I give a n!gga a head start, he still ain’t keep up (What happened?)
I’m rocking new clothes shopping, I don’t even need nothing (Stupid, I’m hard for doing it)
I put y’all n!ggas at my side, you like lil’ brothers (I don’t bully n!ggas)
I can’t pass the torch yet, s*it, I still ain’t done (Come on)
These n!ggas lame with no game, get to claiming us (Oh my god)
A trick undress, girl, that pu*sy ain’t as good as mud (Ugh)
The trenches in my body language, I don’t even throw it up (Shut up)
Sob story, let me guess, you fu*ked up the money?
Hell if I drive the boat while I’m double cupping (I’m muddy)
She release (??) clothes if she gon’ bump into me (She naked, for sure-ski)
Hella times I make your main b!tch fall in love with me (On God, easy)
That’s your hardheaded first like my sister Brenda (My sister)
Broke a n!gga heart so bad, call this first domestic (Domestic violence)

Ten bands for some Levis leather patches (For real)
How a demon got more bodies than a Vegas desert? (Ooh, mob s*it, n!gga)
Had the torch so long, now my hand sizzling (S*it)
Ran them real M’s up without leg cramping
Hoes treat you like you flawless when you’re money having (For real)
I made (??) in the Benz, launch you down the ave (Can’t be fu*ked with, ho ass n!gga)
How the fu*k you cut me off, n!gga, I’m straight without you
Filthy money like a coin toss, but it be thousands (N!gga)
I don’t give a fu*k your Cartiers, n!gga, I don’t wear no watch (Stupid ass n!gga)
Couldn’t care who by the Wendy’s, there won’t be no talking
If they clone me five times, that’s a cruel (??) (Man, that’s a cruel (??))
Heard your song just came on, we turned down the volume (Stupid ass n!gga)
I got cash, debit, credit, every form of currency (Every form of currency)
You can tell I’m good hearted how I let you n!ggas breathe (Euros, pesos, you name it, n!gga)
They don’t copy Detroit, boy, they copy me
From the glasses on they feet to the shoes on they feet (Huh, I don’t even know why I’m saying this s*it again)
In the flow, video, to my fu*king type beats
I should have a thousand kisses on my ring

[Outro]
Low ass n!ggas (Broke ass n!ggas)