The New Me

No shot clock but it’s time to hit it About a bag not a bitch got a bag get him hit Learn from Dimo how to dump out a glizzy really tho nigga Leaving the block I know that love that me Been stepping I just came out and walking This the new me they going to clap me or jump me Concrete jungle you going to serve or be junky Nigga talk that talk and be ratting Nigga you pussy you known for the pack yeah Give me the gun and it’s splat bitch No gun make it you tough thug from the heart yeah I learned that from Craig Gotta be shitting me I’m shitting on niggas How do you love me and f*ck another nigga When it come from the heart it don’t gotta be written Play with my brother get a taste of this Tec Bang on any don’t care for the set Throw down the W watch you get rolled up Me and my winner we finna go smoke something No dead mans so I’m not finna rap about it Keep on thugging yeah take it to the grave yard Free all my niggas that’s stuck in them state yards Soon as I get on y’all know that y’all on Put Out Chanel Go Buy Her A Birkin Stayed in my lane didn’t watch no nigga plate Gave me the crumbles and you know that still ate it Gotta takeoff I swear it’s the only way Only around cause you think imma make it Suck my dick I don’t care it’s just like that One through six we going to take it the elevator Open the doors I swear that we escalating Why would you want me to lose you had gang ties now you through I want to f*ck on a model I gotta I wanna get to them dollars Sorry fluff it feel like I failed you When gang call nigga pick up the phone Gave you my all and you want me to fall What type of shit brother shit is that Telling bitches that we kicked out gang never you switch on the gang You ain’t check in you ran with niggas them niggas is nobody step on them niggas TNL bitch check the gang shit Shoot for the stars but it’s a laser on this glizzy Can’t stop what I’m doing chasing this paper that’s figure for my children Jahh you the realist get in the booth and tell them about the stories The time we hungry starving on ramp we kids trying to ball Now I’m on the block going to war that nigga ain’t TNL that nigga joke I’m pulling his card that’s word to the bros Summer so hot but it really get cold Put Out Chanel Go Buy Her A Birkin Stayed in my lane didn’t watch no nigga plate Gave me the crumbles and you know that still ate it Gotta takeoff I swear it’s the only way Only around cause you think imma make it Suck my dick I don’t care it’s just like that One through six we going to take it the elevator Open the doors I swear that we escalating