New AP
New AP got the drip
Brand new whip
And it came with the whole thang
Just got brand new bitch
Don't talk shit
But she ride
And she gone bag
We gone smoke a whole lotta dope
Ran through the money
That's a whole lotta dough
We gone make a whole lot mo
Picked up the bag fo I walk through the do
Can't do half want the whole thang
Nigga still ride with the old gang
Lit when I walked in this bitch
Aye don't be alarmed
This a old chain
Walked back in with a new thang
Told me I think I'm shit
Haters gone hate
Fuckem they all lame
They broke as a bitch
I kickin this shit
Litter you know I'm the pick
Hatin ass niggas ain't shit
That's I walked out with the bitch
She thuggin she tuff and she thick
She think I'm a star
Fuck her and take her
Mars
Give me head
Seeing stars
She goin to far
Drop her off
Get me another one she
Gone learn to play her part
She wanna be slime
She wanna be under the star
Gotta run her through the squad
Theses niggas ain't hard
They play tuff but they from afar
Talk tuff we rip em apart
So don't even start
I run wit hitters
That split ya
And plus they all got they
Own car
You won't get too far
To many these niggas be fakin
The real ones
They know who they are
Whoaoh
New AP got the drip
Brand new whip
And it came with the whole thang
Just got brand new bitch
Don't talk shit
But she ride
And she gone bag
We gone smoke a whole lotta dope
Ran through the money
That's a whole lotta dough
We gone make a whole lot mo
Picked up the bag fo I walk through the do
Brand new whip
And it came with the whole thang
Just got brand new bitch
Don't talk shit
But she ride
And she gone bag
We gone smoke a whole lotta dope
Ran through the money
That's a whole lotta dough
We gone make a whole lot mo
Picked up the bag fo I walk through the do
Can't do half want the whole thang
Nigga still ride with the old gang
Lit when I walked in this bitch
Aye don't be alarmed
This a old chain
Walked back in with a new thang
Told me I think I'm shit
Haters gone hate
Fuckem they all lame
They broke as a bitch
I kickin this shit
Litter you know I'm the pick
Hatin ass niggas ain't shit
That's I walked out with the bitch
She thuggin she tuff and she thick
She think I'm a star
Fuck her and take her
Mars
Give me head
Seeing stars
She goin to far
Drop her off
Get me another one she
Gone learn to play her part
She wanna be slime
She wanna be under the star
Gotta run her through the squad
Theses niggas ain't hard
They play tuff but they from afar
Talk tuff we rip em apart
So don't even start
I run wit hitters
That split ya
And plus they all got they
Own car
You won't get too far
To many these niggas be fakin
The real ones
They know who they are
Whoaoh
New AP got the drip
Brand new whip
And it came with the whole thang
Just got brand new bitch
Don't talk shit
But she ride
And she gone bag
We gone smoke a whole lotta dope
Ran through the money
That's a whole lotta dough
We gone make a whole lot mo
Picked up the bag fo I walk through the do
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Writer(s): Dante Morgan
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