Lyrics: Yung Teku
Music: Yung Teku
New G200 (Skrrt)
Go-got brand new money (Bee, bee, bee, bee)
Balenciagas got muddy
Ba-bands just dropped, lo-lovely
I know foreign b***h wanna **** me (****)
I know fan hoes wanna hug me
I don't know why they still judge me (Uh-huh)
'Fore the fame they was calling me ugly (Yuh)
And I still got love for my brother (Slime)
I don't know if my slime trust me (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
But I'm still slidin' for my b***d
I'm still-I'm still pourin' up mud, yuh (Mud)
Doub-double cup leaked, shit ****ed (****ed)
Messed my mind up off them drugs (Damn)
Now all I think is the wrong stuff (Yuh)
This ho a bone picker (What? What?)
I-I can't leave home with her (No)
Slatt, come on, pick up
I'm tryna make sure you good (You good)
I drop off packs in the hood (Hood)
I make sure everything good (Good)
Two-hundred flood (Bee, bee)
I make sure everything flood (Flood)
I make sure everything flood (Bee, bee)
I'm on 'em percs, can't pick up (Bee)
My twin on oxycodone, got ashes all in my lungs
If you want smoke, then push up
Pu-putting in that work, no push-up
I-I'm sipping on drank for my hiccups
Nigga, put your hands up, it's a stick up (Huh)
Wanna run up? Try yo' luck (Yuh)
Ion' want no Percs', I'm stuck (Yuh)
Nigga, stop that shit (Go), you suck (Huh)
Nigga, stop that shit (Go), you bluff (Huh)
Nigga, stop that shit, I'm in that five star whip, they be like "What is this?"
This a Bentley, b***h, nigga, my partner died, I ain't friendly, b***h (Yu-yuh, yuh)
Nigga, I'm by myself, I can't trust no b***h (Yuh, yuh)
Flexing that lil' ass hoe, but I ****ed that b***h
Suicide doors up on the whip, I'll get you gone real quick
Nigga said that that's his b***h, but she just sucked my d**k
New G200 (Skrrt)
Go-got brand new money (Bee, bee, bee, bee)
Balenciagas got muddy
Ba-bands just dropped, lo-lovely
I know foreign b***h wanna **** me (****)
I know fan hoes wanna hug me
I don't know why they still judge me (Uh-huh)
'Fore the fame they was calling me ugly (Yuh)
And I still got love for my brother (Slime)
I don't know if my slime trust me (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
But I'm still slidin' for my b***d
I'm still-I'm still pourin' up mud, yuh (Mud)
Doub-double cup leaked, shit ****ed (****ed)
Messed my mind up off them drugs (Damn)
Now all I think is the wrong stuff (Yuh)
This ho a bone picker (What? What?)
I-I can't leave home with her (No)
Slatt, come on, pick up
I'm tryna make sure you good (You good)