New June

[Intro]
Yeah, doubled up, shawty, yeah, I'm ballin' for the dough
Bitches on the dick for the clout, yeah, you know
I been in the fuckin' street grindin' hard for the dough
Trapaholics
Real trap shit

[Chorus]
New June
New June, yeah
Every time yo' bitch she see me, she do not know you
I need about a hundred Xannies before a bitch gets two
Steady flexin' in the whip, sippin' up the goop
Doubled up, shawty, yeah, I'm ballin' for the dough
Bitches on the dick for the clout, yeah, you know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Doubled up, shawty, yeah, I'm ballin' for the dough
Bitches on the dick for the clout, yeah, you know
I been in the fuckin' street grindin' hard for the dough
Yo' bitch want me, oh no
I cannot trust a soul
I cannot trust yo' ho, that bitch is one of my [?]

[Verse 1]
And fuck these niggas, though, they all be purpin' like some hoes
They be makin' niggas wanna pull up with the Draco
But shawty got that dough
But you don't want that dough
But you was [?], I really think that it's true
And I don't really give a fuck about niggas like you
'Cause you only want the clout, that's why my crew ain't fuck with you

[Chorus]
Who is you? Who is you? Who is you? Who is you? Yeah
Who is you? Who is you, yeah
Every time yo' bitch she see me, she do not know you
I need about a hundred Xannies before a bitch gets two
Steady flexin' in the whip, sippin' up the goop
Really don't know you, really don't know you, yeah

[Verse 2]
Gassin' through
All the shits you do, yeah
Who you look up to?
Is it me or you, yeah
Fuckin' with the kid get you hit with the stick and move
Yeah, make your own shit, my shit is not for you
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I get so long to pedal
Shinin' brighter than a bezel, uh
Boy, I deserve all the medals, uh
This is some shit that you know, uh
Shooters is always on call, uh
Rather be 'head on the road, uh
Pay me a check for the show, uh
Nigga, you don't even glow
All of my niggas, they do
Bounce back like a new Porsche
Check my niggas who I do it for
Everyday my birthday
All smiles on my face
Don't care about your way
Always it in my way
And it's gonna stay that way
Fuck niggas, get up out the way
Y'all don't ever got shit to say
So first off, I'ma start by doin' this, ayy
Ayy, ball on niggas who ain't believe in this, ayy
They be shootin' shots, but I ain't hearin' no diss, ayy
You don't fuck with me, then say that shit to the clip, ayy
'Cause I don't got no time to be kickin' shit, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Who is you? Who is you, yeah
Every time yo' bitch she see me, she do not know you
I need about a hundred Xannies before a bitch gets two
Steady flexin' in the whip, sippin' up the goop
Really don't know you, really don't know you, yeah
Doubled up, shawty, yeah, I'm ballin' for the dough
Bitches on the dick for the clout, yeah, you know
Been in the fuckin' streets grindin' hard for the dough
Yo' bitch want me, oh no
I cannot trust a soul
I cannot trust yo' ho, that bitch is one of my [?]
This is a certified hood classic