Brand New

Lyrics

[Intro: Calboy] Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, yeah Put him in a grave in a brand new spot, uh Yeah, gang [Chorus: Calboy] T'd up, T'd up I rock the show and then we up Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up Tweak with the gang, get beat up Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up But I only fuck with the Nina You know I'm stuck with a nina You movin' funny and she bug I got some money and now we up I'm actin' petty, my feet up Niggas want war but can't beat us We gon' pull up and delete cuz Niggas be fried like B Dubs You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up I'm not with the net, pussy boy we can link up [Verse 1: Calboy] You can get popped, you can get dropped Brand new trap with some new Reeboks Got some brand new pots, got some brand new rocks Brand new customs, brand new guap Made some brand new bands for a brand new watch And I heard niggas mad, got some brand new opps So I spent a couple bands, got some brand new Glocks We gon' pull up on his ass with some brand new shots We gon' shoot him in the head, we gon' leave a nigga dead We gon' put him in a grave in a brand new spot I remember them days when a nigga wasn't paid Now I spend 2K on some brand new socks I got some brand new drip, nigga don't slip New FN with a brand new clip And I ain't ever lower it, it finna sit on my hip Gotta keep this bitch close in a brand new whip I just got a brand new grip, mhm You know we turnt to the VIP, mhm Watch what you say to me, ayy You can get hit in your lip, mhm My niggas play for keeps, ayy You run and shit get tripped, mhm We make 'em dip like a chip We let it blow from the rip, mhm [Chorus: Calboy] T'd up, T'd up I rock the show and then we up Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up Tweak with the gang, get beat up Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up But I only fuck with the Nina You know I'm stuck with a nina You movin' funny and she bug I got some money and now we up I'm actin' petty, my feet up Niggas want war but can't beat us We gon' pull up and delete cuz Niggas be fried like B Dubs You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up I'm not with the net, pussy boy we can link up [Verse 2: King Von] I just got a call from up top, yeah God askin' can the killin' please stop, yeah He said it's gettin' crowded with the opps, yeah I told him, "I'm sorry, that's my bad" I just got me a big bag Your boyfriend broke, we different This choppa got a kickback Wooski got his shit splat, gang Brand new Glock, brand new K New Hellcat, 100K, we can race And I don't give a fuck what the judge have to say Told him suck my dick when I beat my case Got some brand new drip, brand new clips Brand new hoes got brand new tits Brand new hundreds got brand new strips Brand new car got a brand new tint See, I brought my gun to the kickback Nigga, don't move, let me get that Gun got dirty, had to switch that K split a nigga like a Kit-Kat Poppin' these pills like Tic-Tacs Hit him in the stomach, that's a six-pack A lot of my niggas smoke Tooka But some of my niggas still smoke Scrapp [Chorus: Calboy] T'd up, T'd up I rock the show and then we up Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up Tweak with the gang, get beat up Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up But I only fuck with the Nina You know I'm stuck with a nina You movin' funny and she bug I got some money and now we up I'm actin' petty, my feet up Niggas want war but can't beat us We gon' pull up and delete cuz Niggas be fried like B Dubs You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up I'm not with the net, pussy boy we can link up