brand new Lyrics

I just spilled my cup

I was tweaking spilled it again

Uh, can't trust nobody I'm on my own

It's me in this life of sin

Don't try me boy I'm on my shit

I'm in this bitch to win

Carpal tunnel in my hands

I'm cramping up from counting this cash

No I ain't stunting none of these bitches

I just keep rolling my gas

Ain't seen pops since like the first

But that's cause I'm stuck in the past

I ain't stunting none of that shit I'm F150

Bitch I was born to last

I look at these niggas everyday and realize I'm different

These niggas fucking with XoJay?

Hell nah you must be tripping

Tried to lie about a child

Like bitch who is you kidding

I been shopping up in Neiman's

Cause my paper different

Yeah, I got expensive taste now

Blame my momma I want everything I see

And I want it now so I'ma get it

You must not know I keep it P

I keep it trill ain't never switching

They gave me a bag I act like Steph now

I'm balling straight swishing

Rip me out the plastic bitch

I been acting brand new

These Rick Owens brand new

My bitch rocking Jimmy Choo

I feel like I done did it all

Now tell me what else I can do

I feel like I done fucked em all

It ain't a bitch I ain't ran through, Uh

I got them racks now how bout you

Said you want beef what you gone do

Send XO gang to come and shoot

Yo family ain't gone miss you

We came up off Just Spittin' 2

Check out the latest issue, yeah

I'll smoke a opp light his ass up

Like a candle light visual

Hold up (it's Lul Key), brand new Lamborghini

This a brand new song, thought I was done thought that they wouldn't see me

Packing up these niggas flinch at em makin these niggas pee pee

Yeh I drop a song like once a year they asking where Lul Key be

Man I'm right here, I had took the wrong turn, now Lul Key is able to steer

Running out of money being broke yeh das my only fear

I don't ever wanna see my momma ever shed a tear

And my pops too, me Jay and Jeremix smoking straight gas we do not smoke no boof

You the type to ask for a table and just say fuck the booth

You the type to stunt round them lil hoes because you think it's coo, (but it's not doe)

You's a lil nigga I'll stuff yo li ass in a pothole

Niggas say they gunnin down Lul Key but they is not tho

Me Jay and Jeremix nobody seeing us we top floor

Nobody can fuck wit us we runnin up the box score, we cookin up like pot roast

Brand new Benz

A brand new crib

A brand new watch

A brand new way to take a bitch

And make sure she give up the twat

A brand new way to flip the script

And make yo bitch beat out the box

A brand new way to get you rich

And get these niggas off yo cock

Get off yo ass and get some pape

We having motion this ain't fake

Fuck the insta beefing nigga

We gone pull up with them dracs

We got them fifties and them fives

Pull up with six and he gone die

He said it's smoke with my lil brother

Bitch we hit em in his eye

Rip me out the plastic bitch

I been acting brand new

My Givenchy's brand new

And we came with cans too

I told that bitch get off my dick

I heard she poppin xans too

I heard yo niggas off that shit

Bitch we gone get yo mans too

Smack him with the glock

And made him come up off them bands too

Bitch I'm CLL

I make them songs yo bitch gone dance to (skrt)