AINT NEW TO S#!T
Oooo Lets Go
Bitch, I be dumb lit yeah we on some stupid shit
Hop up in that coupe whip, All of y'all can't tell me shit
Shawty love the Mac drip, Cause I'm countin' blue strips
You niggas, hate on Mac dad cause y'all couldn't do this
All my bills they hunnids, bitch I pull up my brothers
Nigga gon' talk that shit and he get hit my choppa dumpin
All of these niggas they frontin
All of these niggas they pussy
Nigga don't want no pressure, nigga get hit with the Uzi
Yea im counting bands, yeah, bands, yeah, shawty love the Mac dad
Pull up wearin' all black, shawty loving my swag
Niggas they don't like that, they get hit up with that mack
They get popped like a tag, they get smoked up like these thraxx
Remember I was walkin' in that class smelling like some gas
Had the pack up in my bag
Shawty love a Mac but I pass it down to mans, Even tho shawty had yams
Yea I pass that hoe, yeah, yeah
I'm out for bag, I ain't trippin bout no hoe, But I got smoke for your man,
Bop, bop, bop, bitch
I'm countin' all this cash, yeah
It be coming in, I'm countin', I'm countin' it again
Yeah, I need that hoe
We ain't new this, nigga, we ain't new this
We ain't new this, I'm always on some different shit
We ain't new this, nah, we ain't new this
Hop up in that coupe whip
And I'm with a different bitch
We ain't new this, nigga, we ain't new this
We ain't new this, I'm always on some different shit
We ain't new this, nah, we ain't new this
Hop up in that coupe whip
And I'm with a different bitch
Bitch, I be dumb lit yeah we on some stupid shit
Hop up in that coupe whip, All of y'all can't tell me shit
Shawty love the Mac drip, Cause I'm countin' blue strips
You niggas, hate on Mac dad cause y'all couldn't do this
All my bills they hunnids, bitch I pull up my brothers
Nigga gon' talk that shit and he get hit my choppa dumpin
All of these niggas they frontin
All of these niggas they pussy
Nigga don't want no pressure, nigga get hit with the Uzi
Yea im counting bands, yeah, bands, yeah, shawty love the Mac dad
Pull up wearin' all black, shawty loving my swag
Niggas they don't like that, they get hit up with that mack
They get popped like a tag, they get smoked up like these thraxx
Remember I was walkin' in that class smelling like some gas
Had the pack up in my bag
Shawty love a Mac but I pass it down to mans, Even tho shawty had yams
Yea I pass that hoe, yeah, yeah
I'm out for bag, I ain't trippin bout no hoe, But I got smoke for your man,
Bop, bop, bop, bitch
I'm countin' all this cash, yeah
It be coming in, I'm countin', I'm countin' it again
Yeah, I need that hoe
We ain't new this, nigga, we ain't new this
We ain't new this, I'm always on some different shit
We ain't new this, nah, we ain't new this
Hop up in that coupe whip
And I'm with a different bitch
We ain't new this, nigga, we ain't new this
We ain't new this, I'm always on some different shit
We ain't new this, nah, we ain't new this
Hop up in that coupe whip
And I'm with a different bitch
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