New Rules
I took X n Oxy at midnight, they tryna' kill me and take you
New rules
I feel like I can make my own new rules
They thought I was pussy meet my new tools
I don't know the next drug imma abuse
Yeah, new rules
I made my own new rules
New rules, new rules
Still hit your bitch from the, back
Don't hit me with that this or that
Introduce myself like bitch it's RAQ
In east Atlanta we can't lack
Don't worry about me I'm on, track
You know I'mma get to the bag
And spend it all on Rick and Raf
Then go back to trappin' and tax
But you don't know nothing about that
I don't give a fuck 'bout your beamer
And I know you rented that Porsche
You 33 tryna' jump off the porch
I know you wish you was me acting like you want war
You still out here cuffing treeshas and whores
See through the cap on IG bitch you poor
You buy her bags and call her "mi amor"
I asked her for top she say daddy of course
Yeah, I know I'm in danger
But I'm surrounded by people that's dangerous
You surrounded by shooters that I paid to miss
I see the bigger picture bitch I painted it
You not dropping no hits bitch you nameless
Ain't fuck with no treesha like Jada smith
I been grinding my teeth of cocaine and tris
I remember the time when I hated this
Yeah, cocaine and Molly in Atlanta, with her
Yeah, I'm off X and Oxy, don't feel pain but it hurts
Long as shordie top me I eat that hoe like dessert
I can have her dripping in designer t shirts
Yeah, yeah, new rules
I made my own new rules
Still hit your bitch from the, back
Don't hit me with that this or that
Introduce myself like bitch it's RAQ
In east Atlanta we can't lack
Don't worry about me I'm on, track
You know I'mma get to the bag
And spend it all on Rick and Raf
Then go back to trappin' and tax
But you don't know nothing about that
You don't know how I got here, yeah
I sold my soul I'll meet you in hell, yeah
You know who you call when you need bail, yeah
Fuck it, next time I'mma let 'em keep you there
'Cause I don't
I don't need your help
We so clouted I pop out in BB belts
Know you doubted it hurts you to see me here
I'm done wasting my time tryna' keep you near
Shordies feel like they fly in these hidden hills
Got addicted to X and the pills in here
Fell in love with a white girl
So we started BlondeWorld you know what we building here
New rules
I feel like I can make my own new rules
They thought I was pussy meet my new tools
I don't know the next drug imma abuse
Yeah, new rules
I made my own new rules
New rules, new rules
Still hit your bitch from the, back
Don't hit me with that this or that
Introduce myself like bitch it's RAQ
In east Atlanta we can't lack
Don't worry about me I'm on, track
You know I'mma get to the bag
And spend it all on Rick and Raf
Then go back to trappin' and tax
But you don't know nothing about that
I don't give a fuck 'bout your beamer
And I know you rented that Porsche
You 33 tryna' jump off the porch
I know you wish you was me acting like you want war
You still out here cuffing treeshas and whores
See through the cap on IG bitch you poor
You buy her bags and call her "mi amor"
I asked her for top she say daddy of course
Yeah, I know I'm in danger
But I'm surrounded by people that's dangerous
You surrounded by shooters that I paid to miss
I see the bigger picture bitch I painted it
You not dropping no hits bitch you nameless
Ain't fuck with no treesha like Jada smith
I been grinding my teeth of cocaine and tris
I remember the time when I hated this
Yeah, cocaine and Molly in Atlanta, with her
Yeah, I'm off X and Oxy, don't feel pain but it hurts
Long as shordie top me I eat that hoe like dessert
I can have her dripping in designer t shirts
Yeah, yeah, new rules
I made my own new rules
Still hit your bitch from the, back
Don't hit me with that this or that
Introduce myself like bitch it's RAQ
In east Atlanta we can't lack
Don't worry about me I'm on, track
You know I'mma get to the bag
And spend it all on Rick and Raf
Then go back to trappin' and tax
But you don't know nothing about that
You don't know how I got here, yeah
I sold my soul I'll meet you in hell, yeah
You know who you call when you need bail, yeah
Fuck it, next time I'mma let 'em keep you there
'Cause I don't
I don't need your help
We so clouted I pop out in BB belts
Know you doubted it hurts you to see me here
I'm done wasting my time tryna' keep you near
Shordies feel like they fly in these hidden hills
Got addicted to X and the pills in here
Fell in love with a white girl
So we started BlondeWorld you know what we building here
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Writer(s): Chirag Tiwari, Raq
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