BRAND NEW

[Intro]
Aye, aye
Whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, let’s get it
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck
I don’t mean to, but I still flex
Yeah yo’ bitch, she wants me for sex (Aye, aye)
Yeah she’ll break it down for no check
Yeah I’m riding round town in a foreign, I’m fitted (Whoa, yeah)
I might just pour up a four, yeah let’s get it
If you come around here, you in my city (Yeah, yeah, let’s get it)
If you see her round here, then that’s my biddie
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck, yuh
I always mean to, yeah I stay flexing
Brought a bitch down, yeah she quit texting
She from the south, told me she’s a Texan
I told that hoe stop playing, quit messin’ (Messin’)
I’ma hit that, it’s my profession (Profession)
Yeah you can quit that bro, just stop checkin’ (Stop checkin’)
That’s my bitch now, didn’t she mention

[Verse]
I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again
Niggas talk, but I can’t complain (Oh nah)
Off these drugs I’m gon’ go insane
But somehow it’s gon’ fix my pain
They say the style’s on point
Yeah, but I gotta still smoke my joint, yeah (Uh-huh)
Need a bitch to come roll this doink, ye-
And she get down on two joints, yeah
I’m feelin’ like a brand new nigga
Yeah-yeah, top down, countin’ up figures (Yeah we countin’)
If you talk down might get triggers (Yeah you might)
You on my block now don’t get jitters
Yeah I’m rolling, rolling, rolling off that crystal
Yeah I’m talking ‘bout molly don’t get it twisted
Yeah I test my shit before I hit it cause out here you can’t trust these niggas (Yeah-yeah, oh no)

[Chorus]
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck
I don’t mean to, but I still flex
Yeah yo’ bitch, she wants me for sex (Aye, aye)
Yeah she’ll break it down for no check
Yeah I’m riding round town in a foreign, I’m fitted (Whoa, yeah)
I might just pour up a four, yeah let’s get it
If you come around here, you in my city (Yeah, yeah, let’s get it)
If you see her round here, then that’s my biddie
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck, yuh
I always mean to, yeah I stay flexing
Brought a bitch down, yeah she quit texting
She from the south, told me she’s a Texan
I told that hoe stop playing, quit messin’ (Messin’)
I’ma hit that, it’s my profession (Profession)
Yeah you can quit that bro, just stop checkin’ (Stop checkin’)
That’s my bitch now, didn’t she mention