Da Real NewBreed

Lyrics

[Intro] (NewBreed!) (Yeah, yea!) (Yeah!) [Verse] Back to the same, ain't nothin' different You know who I am, girl, you know what I'm missin' Calm down, girl, I know how you be gettin' Calm down, girl, you know I'm from the trenches Calm down, girl, auntie in the kitchen Bad touchdown, know I'm goin' to get it I fuck with Lil' Bae, cause I'm knowin' she with it I did it for years, I ain't changin' the shit Slow it down, baby, I'm makin' a hit All of my thoughts, I was broke as a bitch First come around, boy, I caught me a fit Auntie happy, them food stamps hit Get out my sleep, I don't jump me a fifth And look through the phone, try to find me a lick I don't make no money, I'm sick as a bitch I'm callin' her, baby, she throwin' a fit Calm down, baby, you scarin' a nigga Bringin' up who can't compare to dat nigga Put his ass in a shirt, they be wearin' dat nigga Brody called, like, still sittin' in dat crib Shе walk in dat kitchen and chef up the hеat Independent like I was in the streets She's dirty as hell, pretty ass feet New breed trapper, yeah, dat means Sleep in da track, watchin' BMF Me and Baby, she my BFF She like, what you need? Needs you to do your best She got on my jersey, mention the Nets Before I get out the game, I knock out the rest Walk in the gym, just hittin' my set She lovin' me good, baby, hittin' dat net It pull me off, I'm resistin' arrest I'm knowin' you got it, dat's not a option Talkin' my shit, she like, go pop it Go ahead, get it, girl, and don't stop it Drop my price down and make profit She actin' ratchet, but she a goddess She in the kitchen, look like Denny Hollins She in the mirror, thinkin' she Madonna She roll the gas up with the grinder [Refrain] Back to the same, ain't nothin' different You know who I am, girl, you know what I'm missin' Calm down, girl, I know how you be gettin' Calm down, girl, you know I'm from the trenches Calm down, girl, auntie in the kitchen Bad touchdown, know I'm goin' to get it I fuck with Lil' Bae, cause I'm knowin' she with it I did it for years, I ain't changin' the shit Slow it down, baby, I'm makin' a hit All of my thoughts, I was broke as a bitch First come around, boy, I caught me a fit Auntie happy, them food stamps hit Get out my sleep, I don't jump me a fifth And look through the phone, try to find me a lick I don't make no money, I'm sick as a bitch I'm callin' her, baby, she throwin' a fit [Outro] We bringin' up who can't compare to dat nigga Brody Carlisle still sittin' in dat bread Independent like I was in the street New breed trapper, yeah, dat me (NewBreed) (Yeah, yea!) (You know what I'm missin') (You know what I'm gettin') (I knowin' its here) (Yeah, yea, yeah!) RXK (Yeah)