SOMETHING NEW (feat. Lil Baby)
Yeah, yeah
It's like 4:30 in the morning
Nigga just got back from St. Eves and shit
Fucking with this nigga Chaz, yeah
Why don't you tell me what's good?
Yeah, I got shit to lose
I got shit to fuse, got shit to lose, yeah
Tell me something new
Bitches still on moves
Niggas still is snakes
But I got shit to lose
Money on the way
Making business moves
Let the niggas play
And get put in the news
See, how far niggas do
First they infiltrate, try split the crew
Got real nigga Trey, we too hip to lose
I took interstates for job interviews
Ocean drive
Yeah, that Roll's rented
Tell me, what's the difference when your hoes in it?
Niggas telling stories, they got hoes ended
Only telling stories for my co-defendants
Niggas in who got no business
Niggas snitching, getting no sentence
Lord forgive us, know we both sinners
For these niggas, I got no fitness, I'm Gucci
Don't get shit confused
I cut niggas off
I'm like breaking news
There's no breaking out
Without breaking rules
That's a different round
My way up in to prove
Made my own lane, put my old ways in my rear view
Put some niggas in their place saying their position here too
I'm real MD nigga by now, you gots to know
Can't just hotbox it in the Cherokee,
We down last a row
Most you niggas not fishing
Got stripes, not a whistle
Some blows probably pistols
City small is not a issue
If you beefing in the streets, probably get you
Oh, police'll probably get you
You better off at the Chemist
Tell me something new
Bitches still on moves
Niggas still is snakes
But I got shit to lose
Money on the way
Making business moves
Let the niggas play
And get put in the news
Baby, I got 'em stealing swag
At least care to admit it but I ain't tripping
I been handling business
Feel like Young Thug, I'm running them digits
Drip down, got Chanel on my mans
Triples A's, rock them big ol' Balenc's
Get the bag in, flip it or flip it
New Maybach, quarter ticket
Sipping on syrup
I admit it, I did it, I said it
I quit it
I tried but I lied
Ghost big like a ambulance
I just sit in the back and recline
I rock two 50 watches everyday
You can say I'm ahead of my time
Someone called said he got the other kind
I told him fuck it
Just send it
You know that we fine
Tell me something new
Bitches still on moves
Niggas still is snakes
But I got shit to lose
Money on the way
Making business moves
Let them niggas play
And get put in the news
Pull out the coupe
Came off the bus
Didn't have the juice
Never came out the cup
Got too much to lose
Ain't got too much to trust
Ain't too much you could do
Nigga there's too much us, damn
Pipe down
City us right now
All my hoes when to play
Silver Spring my town
Used to bag 'em up and play 'em
Montgomery college, I was there
Dropped out after one semester
Grades a mess though
Made myself the areas heir, yeah
When you got it, got it going, get it
You could ask 'bout me, niggas know I did it
I got niggas stealing swag, I won't admit it
But I'm in my bag and I'm ignoring feelings right now
'Cause in my pad the windows floor to ceilings right now
Right now
It's like 4:30 in the morning
Nigga just got back from St. Eves and shit
Fucking with this nigga Chaz, yeah
Why don't you tell me what's good?
Yeah, I got shit to lose
I got shit to fuse, got shit to lose, yeah
Tell me something new
Bitches still on moves
Niggas still is snakes
But I got shit to lose
Money on the way
Making business moves
Let the niggas play
And get put in the news
See, how far niggas do
First they infiltrate, try split the crew
Got real nigga Trey, we too hip to lose
I took interstates for job interviews
Ocean drive
Yeah, that Roll's rented
Tell me, what's the difference when your hoes in it?
Niggas telling stories, they got hoes ended
Only telling stories for my co-defendants
Niggas in who got no business
Niggas snitching, getting no sentence
Lord forgive us, know we both sinners
For these niggas, I got no fitness, I'm Gucci
Don't get shit confused
I cut niggas off
I'm like breaking news
There's no breaking out
Without breaking rules
That's a different round
My way up in to prove
Made my own lane, put my old ways in my rear view
Put some niggas in their place saying their position here too
I'm real MD nigga by now, you gots to know
Can't just hotbox it in the Cherokee,
We down last a row
Most you niggas not fishing
Got stripes, not a whistle
Some blows probably pistols
City small is not a issue
If you beefing in the streets, probably get you
Oh, police'll probably get you
You better off at the Chemist
Tell me something new
Bitches still on moves
Niggas still is snakes
But I got shit to lose
Money on the way
Making business moves
Let the niggas play
And get put in the news
Baby, I got 'em stealing swag
At least care to admit it but I ain't tripping
I been handling business
Feel like Young Thug, I'm running them digits
Drip down, got Chanel on my mans
Triples A's, rock them big ol' Balenc's
Get the bag in, flip it or flip it
New Maybach, quarter ticket
Sipping on syrup
I admit it, I did it, I said it
I quit it
I tried but I lied
Ghost big like a ambulance
I just sit in the back and recline
I rock two 50 watches everyday
You can say I'm ahead of my time
Someone called said he got the other kind
I told him fuck it
Just send it
You know that we fine
Tell me something new
Bitches still on moves
Niggas still is snakes
But I got shit to lose
Money on the way
Making business moves
Let them niggas play
And get put in the news
Pull out the coupe
Came off the bus
Didn't have the juice
Never came out the cup
Got too much to lose
Ain't got too much to trust
Ain't too much you could do
Nigga there's too much us, damn
Pipe down
City us right now
All my hoes when to play
Silver Spring my town
Used to bag 'em up and play 'em
Montgomery college, I was there
Dropped out after one semester
Grades a mess though
Made myself the areas heir, yeah
When you got it, got it going, get it
You could ask 'bout me, niggas know I did it
I got niggas stealing swag, I won't admit it
But I'm in my bag and I'm ignoring feelings right now
'Cause in my pad the windows floor to ceilings right now
Right now
Credits
Writer(s): Ramon Ibanga Jr., Miles Franklin, Dominique Jones, Philip Adetumbi
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