New Tricks

Lyrics

[Intro] Mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm [Verse] Pull up, get the office lit Pop out in an awesome fit (Pop out) Buddy made a bullshit move, bet he see the losses quick A formal event, but Glock is on me and I'll off this bitch (Facts) I only trust the bitch as far as I can throw, precious He postin' pictures of the beef, he ain't use to lettuce Right now, I'm lookin' for a bitch from the motherland I'm dishin' Karo out, I damn near serve it underhand (Facts) Right now, I'm papered out, I need to grow some other hands You gotta get over turnt to make 'em understand I'ma re-spark this blunt until I nod again Right now, Chris on my left, but that's my right-hand man These niggas runnin' out of cash, run out of rubbеr bands I'm goin' stupid (Yeah), Maybach coolin' I ain't text the ho back, shе callin' me a nuisance Lil Moe on the stage again, they treat it like a pulpit Yes, I'm a new dog, but I know some old tricks (Woof) Oh, damn, the new bag just called, I'm finna go get Oh, damn, they caught him down bad with the four-fifth (Oh, damn) Push up and get this shit bumpy like a bad temp (Push up) He ain't got no dog shit, automatic bad fit All the hoes said your show was borin' like a cheap kit Three-five blunt went out, then I re-lit