Brand New
Bend her over then I fuck her
Current nigga never knew how to touch her
Learned about should have knew not to trust her
The way he talkin' I can tell that he loved her
Sayin' he gon' slide, he a damn lie
He ain't even that kind of person
Look alive, please don't be surprised
When they see how hard a lil' nigga been workin
Big man, bitch ain't shit bout me little
God and devil, I'm the man in the middle
Tried to charge me with attempt murder
Nigga beat the case and I still tote a pistol
Next up, I've been humble and waiting
You not a opp, you just jealous and hatin
Combat ready, we can go to war
If he want static, bring it to him like Raiden
Locked down, hated jail with a passion
Fightin' cellies every day, I was scrappin
Still strong, spite the shit that done happen
Made it out, I done turned to a savage
New flow, know my shit go retarded
Takin off, watch me soar I departed
Got no emotions now, young nigga heartless
I took some losses, I'ma get it regardless
Brand new whip, it's silent
No lease and no mileage
Bank card ain't declinin', we sleep on money palets
I was out here slidin' and caught my case in Zion
Fucked up Facebook lived it, the people say I'm wildin
Whoah
Traded in my G2 for a GC3
Kept it next to my P90 and my M16
All you hoes can die, my nigga, that's fine by me
Fuck around, get left behind
If niggas not my speed
Abuse all these drugs, they help pick me up for when I feel low
My mom on my ass, she tell me to chill
Cause I be on go
My opp was a snitch, he act with the shits
But really a hoe
They dropped all the charges and gave me probation
I bet I still blow
Tryna get myself right, I done run out of chances
Prayin' to God, hope he give me some answers
Feel like he holdin' my heart up for ransom
These haters be poison, they roaches, they cancer
The way I tote poles you would think I'm a dancer
I own the galaxy, ain't talkin Samsung
Counted me out, said I wouldn't be nothin
Climbed out the gutter and I got my bands up
Abuse all these drugs, they pick me up
I stay off the dope
These niggas will hate, they can say what they want
But they can't call me broke
My opp was a snitch, he act with the shits
But really a hoe
They dropped all the charges and gave me probation
I bet I still blow
Current nigga never knew how to touch her
Learned about should have knew not to trust her
The way he talkin' I can tell that he loved her
Sayin' he gon' slide, he a damn lie
He ain't even that kind of person
Look alive, please don't be surprised
When they see how hard a lil' nigga been workin
Big man, bitch ain't shit bout me little
God and devil, I'm the man in the middle
Tried to charge me with attempt murder
Nigga beat the case and I still tote a pistol
Next up, I've been humble and waiting
You not a opp, you just jealous and hatin
Combat ready, we can go to war
If he want static, bring it to him like Raiden
Locked down, hated jail with a passion
Fightin' cellies every day, I was scrappin
Still strong, spite the shit that done happen
Made it out, I done turned to a savage
New flow, know my shit go retarded
Takin off, watch me soar I departed
Got no emotions now, young nigga heartless
I took some losses, I'ma get it regardless
Brand new whip, it's silent
No lease and no mileage
Bank card ain't declinin', we sleep on money palets
I was out here slidin' and caught my case in Zion
Fucked up Facebook lived it, the people say I'm wildin
Whoah
Traded in my G2 for a GC3
Kept it next to my P90 and my M16
All you hoes can die, my nigga, that's fine by me
Fuck around, get left behind
If niggas not my speed
Abuse all these drugs, they help pick me up for when I feel low
My mom on my ass, she tell me to chill
Cause I be on go
My opp was a snitch, he act with the shits
But really a hoe
They dropped all the charges and gave me probation
I bet I still blow
Tryna get myself right, I done run out of chances
Prayin' to God, hope he give me some answers
Feel like he holdin' my heart up for ransom
These haters be poison, they roaches, they cancer
The way I tote poles you would think I'm a dancer
I own the galaxy, ain't talkin Samsung
Counted me out, said I wouldn't be nothin
Climbed out the gutter and I got my bands up
Abuse all these drugs, they pick me up
I stay off the dope
These niggas will hate, they can say what they want
But they can't call me broke
My opp was a snitch, he act with the shits
But really a hoe
They dropped all the charges and gave me probation
I bet I still blow
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Writer(s): Ethan Mason Gill
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