New Thang
I just want the bread and bitches
Don't need no mo recognition
Catch me in a rental whipping
Newly detailed wit some bougie females
And the devil in it, using cheat codes
I be level skipping, test the system
Test the game and best the critics
Expectations, expositions
Resonate with, heads that get it
Check the breaks, and check the engine
Get this check and flip it
If you looking for a hustler
My credentials fit it
Yea
I could give you something for
Your potential hidden.
Then she let me hit it
I been off that old shit
I been on a new wave
I should call my old bitch
Tell her 'bout my new thang
I been off that old shit
I been on a new wave
I should call my old bitch
Tell her 'bout my new thang
I been off that old shit
Old shit, old shit
I been on a new wave
New wave, new wave
I should call my old bitch
Old bitch, old bitch
Tell her 'bout my new thang
Half way crook, half way cooked
Half step into that booth blazed
Ten toes down, inside of two shells
Too lit off of two L's and a cool Jay
Damn I'm weeded,
Tell the weed man touche
Still Ima hit this shit in two takes
Every engineer I know,
Working little miracles
Tunes changes
As soon as they hear the prose,
Assume that you deal with pros
Who ain't.
Never hesitant to let em hear the pro tools spray
Homie let the loop play
Chop it later, right now
Concentrating on this little mamasita
Yo not a player but I be knocking boots mane
I been off that old shit
I been on a new wave
I should call my old bitch
Tell her bout my new thang
Don't need no mo recognition
Catch me in a rental whipping
Newly detailed wit some bougie females
And the devil in it, using cheat codes
I be level skipping, test the system
Test the game and best the critics
Expectations, expositions
Resonate with, heads that get it
Check the breaks, and check the engine
Get this check and flip it
If you looking for a hustler
My credentials fit it
Yea
I could give you something for
Your potential hidden.
Then she let me hit it
I been off that old shit
I been on a new wave
I should call my old bitch
Tell her 'bout my new thang
I been off that old shit
I been on a new wave
I should call my old bitch
Tell her 'bout my new thang
I been off that old shit
Old shit, old shit
I been on a new wave
New wave, new wave
I should call my old bitch
Old bitch, old bitch
Tell her 'bout my new thang
Half way crook, half way cooked
Half step into that booth blazed
Ten toes down, inside of two shells
Too lit off of two L's and a cool Jay
Damn I'm weeded,
Tell the weed man touche
Still Ima hit this shit in two takes
Every engineer I know,
Working little miracles
Tunes changes
As soon as they hear the prose,
Assume that you deal with pros
Who ain't.
Never hesitant to let em hear the pro tools spray
Homie let the loop play
Chop it later, right now
Concentrating on this little mamasita
Yo not a player but I be knocking boots mane
I been off that old shit
I been on a new wave
I should call my old bitch
Tell her bout my new thang
Credits
Writer(s): Gary Ranney
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