Brand New Year (feat. KelseyKobeBryant)
Woooo
You know this bout to be hot
You hear that noise
You know what time is it
Kelz
Bris Evans
Lets go
She gave me that box
You know what I'm talkin' about
I told her take this forty dollars
And go head out
Or send a request to the cash app
I run it up drop no laps
I stay high take small naps
And I love counting numbers
Flow is retarded but I swear its getting dumber
I need a bunch of zeros mixed with some commas
Never been a Oklahoma
Ballin' like a Thunder
Starin' at the rocks leave you blind like Wonder
Don't get in yo feelings little baby
You know I told you I was a savage
Rolling up weed in traffic
You said you got a man, thats past tense
Treat the pussy like a car
Might crash in it
Brand New Year
Brand new gear
Brand new shit
Brand new whooooo
Now I'm brand new
Brand new flow
Package at the do'
what it is though
Nigga I dont know
Had to let you know
Niggas bout to blow
Had to let you know
Niggas bout to blow
Had to let you know
Niggas bout to blow
Niggas bout to boom
Checked my old phone
Exs blowing those
Since I'm bout to blow
Since I'm bout to whooooo
I don't even know what to fucking do
Cause my brain is screwed
Few nuts loose
You can get it too
If you try me dude
Then you are buffoon
Get you popped like balloon
Now your life is doomed
Now your life is doomed
Yeah yeah aye
Money coming automatic
Dressed fresh check the fabric
Dolce Gabbana the fashion
Satin Silk just to match it
Shoutout Smino he my ego
He said my music was dope
Who would've know
Counting money yeah dinero
Why you lost like a scarecrow
Why you lost like a scarecrow
Why you lost like a scarecrow
Whao
Spitting gold like I am a Pharaoh
But can you keep me in tomb
NO
I'm the hottest motherfucka in the room
I'm the hottest even on the moon
Out of space flow niggas doomed
Bout to take off on the shrooms
Bout to take off on the shrooms
These niggas doomed
These niggas doomed
I do not mean to stunt so hard
I do not mean to be the boss
I just wanna be a superstar
Rapping on topping of my car
I just wanna be a superstar
Superstar
Superstar
Rapping on top of my fucking car
My fucking car
My fucking car
Yeah
Bris Muthafuckin Evans
I opened the box and shit
You dig
You know this bout to be hot
You hear that noise
You know what time is it
Kelz
Bris Evans
Lets go
She gave me that box
You know what I'm talkin' about
I told her take this forty dollars
And go head out
Or send a request to the cash app
I run it up drop no laps
I stay high take small naps
And I love counting numbers
Flow is retarded but I swear its getting dumber
I need a bunch of zeros mixed with some commas
Never been a Oklahoma
Ballin' like a Thunder
Starin' at the rocks leave you blind like Wonder
Don't get in yo feelings little baby
You know I told you I was a savage
Rolling up weed in traffic
You said you got a man, thats past tense
Treat the pussy like a car
Might crash in it
Brand New Year
Brand new gear
Brand new shit
Brand new whooooo
Now I'm brand new
Brand new flow
Package at the do'
what it is though
Nigga I dont know
Had to let you know
Niggas bout to blow
Had to let you know
Niggas bout to blow
Had to let you know
Niggas bout to blow
Niggas bout to boom
Checked my old phone
Exs blowing those
Since I'm bout to blow
Since I'm bout to whooooo
I don't even know what to fucking do
Cause my brain is screwed
Few nuts loose
You can get it too
If you try me dude
Then you are buffoon
Get you popped like balloon
Now your life is doomed
Now your life is doomed
Yeah yeah aye
Money coming automatic
Dressed fresh check the fabric
Dolce Gabbana the fashion
Satin Silk just to match it
Shoutout Smino he my ego
He said my music was dope
Who would've know
Counting money yeah dinero
Why you lost like a scarecrow
Why you lost like a scarecrow
Why you lost like a scarecrow
Whao
Spitting gold like I am a Pharaoh
But can you keep me in tomb
NO
I'm the hottest motherfucka in the room
I'm the hottest even on the moon
Out of space flow niggas doomed
Bout to take off on the shrooms
Bout to take off on the shrooms
These niggas doomed
These niggas doomed
I do not mean to stunt so hard
I do not mean to be the boss
I just wanna be a superstar
Rapping on topping of my car
I just wanna be a superstar
Superstar
Superstar
Rapping on top of my fucking car
My fucking car
My fucking car
Yeah
Bris Muthafuckin Evans
I opened the box and shit
You dig
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Evans
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