New Greece Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

New crib, new whip, new bitch, new grip

Stuck to my hip, same click, L-O-A shit

Can't switch, won't hear no hiss

Runnin, I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, I'm chasin' a bag

Runnin, I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, still comin' in last

Got a new boo, hotter than soup

Had me the coupe, blacker than soot

It ain't blocboy, when my niggas go shoot

Say they got gas then it's probably a poot

You made by Ziploc, I'm seein' straight through

It ain't no biggie, just give me the loot

Heard they need to regroup, I just need a masseuse

And I'm smokin' the groot, smoke the tree to the root

You the root of the problem, a square and I knew

Up a 38, Jordan with the flu

New X1, like a bowl of some stew

69 God, she lovin' the crew

Fuck a nine to five, I'm cuttin' it loose

Said I'm one of one, I'm showin' the proof

Too much motion, 100% juice

You be jokin, 20% truth

New crib, new whip, new bitch, new grip

Stuck to my hip, same click, L-O-A shit

Can't switch, won't hear no hiss

Runnin, I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, I'm chasin' a bag

Runnin, I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, still comin' in last

New crib, new whip, new bitch, new grip

Stuck to my hip, same click, L-O-A shit

Can't switch, won't hear no hiss

Runnin, I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, I'm chasin' a bag

Runnin, I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, still comin' in last

Light up the blizzy, get high till I'm silly

You can't convo with me, I'm chasin' a milli

Schedule busy, I'm still in' her kitty

My nuts in her mouth like she eatin' Skippy

Long bread like I'm eatin' a Philly

On a roll like I threw on some Heelys

Heart, cold, walk in rooms, it get chilly

Can't stop till that Bimmer a Bentley

Kiss the ring or hit the door

Sonning' these niggas like Piccolo

Ball on these niggas, no pick and roll

She like, my smile better get your hoe

She look' at me like a miracle

Might just spin back like a merry-go

I'm in her pipes like I'm Mario

She like, ooh, kill him, lil terio

New crib, new whip, new bitch, new grip

Stuck to my hip, same clique L-O-A shit

Can't switch, won't hear no hiss

Runnin' I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, I'm chasin' a bag

Runnin' I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, still comin' in last

New crib, new whip, new bitch, new grip

Stuck to my hip, same clique L-O-A shit

Can't switch, won't hear no hiss

Runnin' I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, I'm chasin' a bag

Runnin' I'm hustlin, get to the cash

They think we racin, still comin' in last

Smokin' a big blunt, this shit got me too gone

Shawty in my face, I tell her to move on

Had this bread so long, it's turnin' to croutons

Saw yah bitch bet she gon' fold like a futon

Uh Cut that bitch off like a coupon

Uh Don't Walk in my crib with shoes on

Uh Big body just like the Yukon

Cold like Sub-Zero, you more like Will Ferrell

You ain't getn no bread, how you gon' be a hero

Stuck in the field, boy, you should be a scarecrow

Pullin yo card it get spooky like Tarot

Cop me a Bimmer, same color as Sparrows

We pullin' strings, better watch for the arrows

Roll up the blunt, got it full like a barrel

Shit got me high but I'm flat like a shadow

And I'm right back on my shit

Ride with two sticks like I'm playin' the switch

Lijah and Andre, we makin' the hits

Y'all ain't invited, ain't makin' the list

Rock, paper, scissors, I throw up the fist

All of the paper is stuck by the hip

Scissors get cut off, you givin' the lip