Different year

It's a different year I won't f*ck with you I hated you last year Well This year Imma hate you too I fucked your bitch But I can't f*ck with you If you phone be ringing pick up What's wrong with you It's a different year I won't f*ck with you I hated you last year Well This year Imma hate you too I fucked your bitch But I can't f*ck with you If you phone be ringing pick up What's wrong with you It's a different year with the Same old hate (Break) So don't try to swing my way If you ain't talking money then Get out my face Cuz I got my dreams to chase Ion stress nobody I just dey my lane So don't try to throw no shade You f*ck with me I can f*ck Your babe So don't try to cross my lane Yea I can't be caught up in no beef I rather go get me some cheese You bitch on her knees She begging me please Like baby come give me that cheese She f*ck with a nigga with G's I'm chasing the green And sipping my lean I need me some peace So I sleep with my piece My shots don't miss So I'm giving them hits Me and the gang we rolling out Every city yea shutting down Come through yea with the hardest sound Chilling with your babe In the fucking lounge It's a different year I won't f*ck with you I hated you last year Well This year Imma hate you too I fucked your bitch But I can't f*ck with you If you phone be ringing pick up what's wrong with you It's a different year I won't f*ck with you I hated you last year Well This year Imma hate you too I fucked your bitch But I can't f*ck with you If you phone be ringing pick up what's Wrong with you To f*ck my shawty It'll cost your body I got 1 2 3 already dead on the floor I might look skinny, but forget that jiggy in the bank we got like 1 2 3 and 4 Always high I need to be sober more Live my life I know I'm un-pure Kiss my pinky, your mouth be sore It's money money money and money, nothing more Yea And we don't f*ck with opps And we don't f*ck with cops We Keep that glock As a mop Just to clean your fucking block Incase you flop The Man dem hit with you some shots And make your fucking body drop So don't try us Cuz we don't miss our fucking shots Ayy I'm chasing racks I'm piling stacks So don't call me if ain't bout cash I can't go back I can't go back And that's a fact Bro shut that trap Fake love is all you cap I don't f*ck with that So don't come back I can't trust you if you fucking that Woah It's a different year I won't f*ck with you I hated you last year Well This year Imma hate you too I fucked your bitch But I can't f*ck with you If you phone be ringing pick up what's wrong with you It's a different year I won't f*ck with you I hated you last year Well This year Imma hate you too I fucked your bitch But I can't f*ck with you If you phone be ringing pick up what's wrong with you I'm minite Jacy Jones motherfuckers Yea aiit We Gone