Brand New Lyrics

I been need some brand new shit

Fuck the state of rapping need a brand new whip

And niggas acting stupid on some brand new rich

Young nigga, talk a lot

Can give you brand new stitches

Call up prada, in Milano call my bitches

Need a docta, put you on some brand new swishers

Need a bad bitch, big ass, long thighs

Small skirt, crop top with her eyes wide

Had to cut a couple niggas in the midst

Count the profits, need to make it in the forbes list

Can't pretend like what i'm making aint a gift

New vvs diamonds shining on my wrist

OD tell these niggas this life is a bliss

In the pits

Fuck around can cost you nigga lots of chips

Hey

Bankroll flipping and i'm still working

And i'm still murking, you niggas still lurking

And still i'm shining

And i'm still grinding

You niggas still winning

You niggas pill poppin

She on her knees boppin

Im screaming whats poppin

I'm in the hood mobbin

Lakeboon thuggin

Where the hood love me

Where my goons taught me

To keep the deuce on me

To keep the juice coming

She getting loose on me

In the cut where the love of the green goes

Friends turn to enemies

Enemies turn to foes

Real love turn to lies

Cries turn to smiles

Yeah this life is do or die

Yeah it's do or die