New Boy ft. Wooski Lyrics

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, fuck 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