New Boy (feat. Wooski)

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Vault

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Ain't never said I'm the hottest
Scratch that
Luh bitch could tell that I'm popping
I'm toxic af with a whole lot of options
The reason I'm cocky
These bitches be jockin a young nigga, try and get put on his pockets
I'm rolling up za, you niggas smoking flakka
I'm quickly gone solve it if you got a problem
Bih watch me switch up the flow
Lace up my rhymes with the dope
'Chu already know that
I was just broke as a joke and I won't ever go back
I get the chance, Imma score, you would blow that
Pockets on stuffed, full af, they look swole
Vault got the game in control
Ain't one of mine, you can't stick to the code
Fighting these demons trying to get to my soul
I got a whole lotta racks in a duffle bag
Run it up, for that sack Imma double back
Hung up my cleats and still uping the score
Try play with the team, you got up with the smoke
Think I hang with strippers, gang stay with them poles
Stuck on my ten, bitch I'm standing on business
This cuban link wrestling, look at my jewelry, get dizzy
Shawty know Vault clean up good like some dishes
Walk in the spot with no hesitation, bet I make them folks cut me a check
Them boys just be barking, no biting
I punch on the beat like I'm Tyson
Tryna spark up the smoke, leave a mess
Cool on a hoe, call me Newport
Bih said You A Jerk, but I'm far from a New Boy.
They say I'm a jerk but I'm far from a New Boy
Crash off the drank, finna buy me a new toy
I earned my stripes in the hood, bitch I'm far from a Doo-boy
Lightskin bitch sucking dick in the backseat
GahDamn this bih look like Coi
I'm rolling wood after wood, I ain't smoking no lows
Gah damn this shit like Roy
Nigga gone go with his move
Imma pop at they top, f*ck nigga aint leave me no choice
I then been drug through the mud but I'm almost healed
Not from Chiraq but they call me the voice
All that capping, ain't making no noise
Ain't bout that cake or that paper, I avoid it
Nigga be green bout that pussy, I'm calling em Norbit
If he gone play hide n seek, we gone make em an orphan
Lay on your trail we got shooters like Portland
Thinking shit green, put the beam on your Organs
Yeah
Young boss nigga, might do a hit in a suit
Yeah
Woo Major Payne, pull on your block like the troops
Jump in that field, better lace up your boots
Go with that pack, hit his ahh with a juke
Hop out in a U-haul, we making em move
Water my neck and my wrist like a cruise
I ain't dropped in a minute, they thinking I'm through
They don't show no support cause they know that I'm hard
Just show me the bag, I don't need no fame
Just send the ticket, I don't need no awards
Won't let me in, Imma kick down the door
Hollering about motion, his luh ahh get sent to the store
Hollering about bodies, get his ahh sent to the pope

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