Lyrics:
And sometimes it's a little bit too much
And you told me this one thing this one time
And now that one thing is mine
3-6-5 I throw peaches in the bathtub
Don’t
butt
If you was in Egypt you'd lie to King Tut
You claim to do things no one could achieve
You said you did things Ripley's wouldn't believe
That's a lie
the new
Whether your eyes are wide open, eyes wide shut
Riding by eyeing, on wide thighs and butt
Wide eyed and bushy tailed trying to wave your tailfeather
you're used to
Five star living with a view and it's all new
But this can't be what you're used to
Million dollar dream of a yacht and it comes true
those different things you understand
But I call it, what it is and what it is
What it is and what it is
Lookie here
Now you see
A brother
You
Wack ass
Bitches on it
Clothes stained
By vomit
Back summertime chi
Was prayin for a comet
Hear the hook stop motion
Call it Wallace wit no Gromit
'bout the things I do
Show you girl it was all for you
Had hoes in the hotel room
Never knew we would make that news
I'm too good with social cues
Or the songs i've sung
Or the post sunset heart to hearts
Every time i add a new decoration to my wall
I think about how soon i'll be taking it down
Five months
moving five mill when I shoot dough
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do'
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
Sucker-free and I'mma chill, bro,
DMs
Keep it on the low when we talk about them kind of things
Six o' clock news if they mention my dude
Four five hitters if they mess with my crew
Yeah
on the news (Let's go)
Love or hate each other you just gotta choose
Pop another xan that’s the thing I do (Pop it)
Mixing all my drugs it make me hella new
passed us by,
Altitude dropped into five-o-five
Fuel consumption, way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas
Now you can't catch me,
spite of the people who had told me
Not to buy a new console on release
Remembering all the good times with Sony
I'm surprised it got so bad
Things aren't
Port Harcourt)
(Catch me cruising in Port Harcourt)
Elevated by the little things
Swagging in my Louis V
Chilling in the garden city (Chilling in the,
thing just forget about me (Yea, uh)
Just forget about me
I got a new bitch and she in love with me
Way too hot 900 degrees
Keepin' it cool yeah I'm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah,
you aint got it?)
You got that new D Smoke?
But you aint got this
NEW HOTTNESS
I feel the wind
5, 6, 7…
(wait)
What?
(that’s been did?!)
Shout out
fought wars, my enemies all wack
Check your chalkboard
Critics said things shit they ain't
Even killing they arsenals
Me and the God flow
Guard the team
on switches,
Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches
Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans?
Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed
leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake
what i strive for is what i live for
infatuated by material things
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
goes for the Jamaican niggas)
Lord have mercy, violent, violent, violent
(New York to Jamaica yo)
Never stop until I sing, me sing, me sing, huh
A needle drop on a forty-five
Are the kinda things that only last so long
When the new wears off and they get to getting old
Sooner or later, time's gonna
J5
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time, there's nowhere that I'd rather be
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