Brand New Songtext
von Slim Thug & Killa Kyleon
Brand New Songtext
Fresh up out the shop, feel like I′m fresh up out the lot
Everything new, guess who's missin′ the top?
Hit one block, guess who's missin' the bop?
Tricks on you, well, uh, she in the drop
She the baddest in the city, not the bitch, the car
And just like her daddy, she a local superstar
Ass so fat, I can′t help but brag
While she shine like diamonds as I′m droppin' the rag
Sag in the back, but I′m in love with that
I hop in with a grin 'cause she know I′m the man Plate say Texas, all mine, no rentals
Always shine the hardest, but I keep it so simple
Ain't got proof, might bulletproof the coupe
My haters goin′ crazy, hate I'm still gettin' loot
Drivin′ out the driveway, got the chopper on my side
Thought I would find a wife, but my AR is my bride
Only bitch I trust, so fuck it, I guess it′s us
We ridin' like Bonnie and Clyde, them couples can′t see us
We goals, every day we whole
Plus we live a plotty life, got plenty, plenty more
Bill
Social distance, extra clip, you won't see me slippin′
Candy paint when you see me flippin'
On five-fours when you see me tippin′
Balenciaga when you see me skippin'
I'm a sauce walker when you see me drippin′
Smokin′ propane, Backwood grippin'
Like GTA, I′m on a hood mission
Old school with the red seats
Powder-coated, got red feet
White cup, sippin' red tea
I turn a jackboy into some dead meat
Bad bitches like ′em thick and fine
Only way a bitch sittin' mine
DM like a fishin′ line
Like the J's droppin', tell her get in line
Turnin′ corners with the top gone
Hoopin′ shorts, but my Glock gone
Callin' licks off the watch phone
Not the Lego store, but get the blocks gone
Hit the trey on Emancipation
Paint lookin′ like it's laminated
Act′ gone, but the Wock' ain′t
Not a fan of soda, so contaminated
Big Bill watch presidential
Feelin' like I could've been a Clinton
All in if it′s beneficial
Gettin′ money never been an issue
Boss life, a nigga really winnin'
Gettin′ blessed, niggas hatin', sinnin′
Fresh, dressin' in the finest linen
Tens only, fuck the finest women
Bill, nigga
Everything new, guess who's missin′ the top?
Hit one block, guess who's missin' the bop?
Tricks on you, well, uh, she in the drop
She the baddest in the city, not the bitch, the car
And just like her daddy, she a local superstar
Ass so fat, I can′t help but brag
While she shine like diamonds as I′m droppin' the rag
Sag in the back, but I′m in love with that
I hop in with a grin 'cause she know I′m the man Plate say Texas, all mine, no rentals
Always shine the hardest, but I keep it so simple
Ain't got proof, might bulletproof the coupe
My haters goin′ crazy, hate I'm still gettin' loot
Drivin′ out the driveway, got the chopper on my side
Thought I would find a wife, but my AR is my bride
Only bitch I trust, so fuck it, I guess it′s us
We ridin' like Bonnie and Clyde, them couples can′t see us
We goals, every day we whole
Plus we live a plotty life, got plenty, plenty more
Bill
Social distance, extra clip, you won't see me slippin′
Candy paint when you see me flippin'
On five-fours when you see me tippin′
Balenciaga when you see me skippin'
I'm a sauce walker when you see me drippin′
Smokin′ propane, Backwood grippin'
Like GTA, I′m on a hood mission
Old school with the red seats
Powder-coated, got red feet
White cup, sippin' red tea
I turn a jackboy into some dead meat
Bad bitches like ′em thick and fine
Only way a bitch sittin' mine
DM like a fishin′ line
Like the J's droppin', tell her get in line
Turnin′ corners with the top gone
Hoopin′ shorts, but my Glock gone
Callin' licks off the watch phone
Not the Lego store, but get the blocks gone
Hit the trey on Emancipation
Paint lookin′ like it's laminated
Act′ gone, but the Wock' ain′t
Not a fan of soda, so contaminated
Big Bill watch presidential
Feelin' like I could've been a Clinton
All in if it′s beneficial
Gettin′ money never been an issue
Boss life, a nigga really winnin'
Gettin′ blessed, niggas hatin', sinnin′
Fresh, dressin' in the finest linen
Tens only, fuck the finest women
Bill, nigga
Writer(s): Darryl Pearson, Missy Elliott, Timothy Mosley, Donald Degrate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
