[Intro]
(Cxb, know he go crazy)
(DamnPablo)
Brand new cash came
Brand new bags in
Brand new thirty clip in my ratchet
Brand new Telfar bag, for a bad bitch
Brand new Hellcat, brand new black Benz
[Chorus]
New money, new year, same problems (Same old problems)
The homie bang that blue shit, Top Shotta (I keep that heat, yeah)
They don't wanna see Lul Timm off that monitor (No)
Pluto comin' home this year, Grand Theft Auto (That's GTA)
Catch a hat, empty clips out a Tahoe (Let it spray)
Drop a bag, get him killed, that's what I'm on (With that K)
Sippin' Act', crack the seal, sticky styrofoam (Ayy)
Don't call me "Slatt", "60s Crip" on my iPhone
[Verse]
Hurricane 'round my Rollie
No wonder, I'm ignorin' all this pain, I ain't sober
Yеah, servin' 'caine with that toaster
Hood bе really sellin' cocaine, that's my locster
I'm from the bottom of the map, so we keep a strap
Don't got no door key to the trap, come in, it's a wrap
He let them birdies take a bath, run it up in math
Ballin' like the Cleveland Cav's, jumpin' out the gym
He rock Amiri mixed with Timb's, super fresh to death
In the kitchen cookin' yay, hustle, he a chef
They know Lil D don't give a damn, play, you gettin' left
I'm tryna sell it gram for gram, I done took a L
Ayy
(Cxb, know he go crazy)
(DamnPablo)
Brand new cash came
Brand new bags in
Brand new thirty clip in my ratchet
Brand new Telfar bag, for a bad bitch
Brand new Hellcat, brand new black Benz
[Chorus]
New money, new year, same problems (Same old problems)
The homie bang that blue shit, Top Shotta (I keep that heat, yeah)
They don't wanna see Lul Timm off that monitor (No)
Pluto comin' home this year, Grand Theft Auto (That's GTA)
Catch a hat, empty clips out a Tahoe (Let it spray)
Drop a bag, get him killed, that's what I'm on (With that K)
Sippin' Act', crack the seal, sticky styrofoam (Ayy)
Don't call me "Slatt", "60s Crip" on my iPhone
[Verse]
Hurricane 'round my Rollie
No wonder, I'm ignorin' all this pain, I ain't sober
Yеah, servin' 'caine with that toaster
Hood bе really sellin' cocaine, that's my locster
I'm from the bottom of the map, so we keep a strap
Don't got no door key to the trap, come in, it's a wrap
He let them birdies take a bath, run it up in math
Ballin' like the Cleveland Cav's, jumpin' out the gym
He rock Amiri mixed with Timb's, super fresh to death
In the kitchen cookin' yay, hustle, he a chef
They know Lil D don't give a damn, play, you gettin' left
I'm tryna sell it gram for gram, I done took a L
Ayy
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