BlueBucksClan — Nothin New

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Michael Myers in a foreign how I’m stabbin’ off (Stabbin’ off)
Penthouse, first day, bring the casket out (First day)
Features hittin’ for a dub, I’m Brian Dawkins now (Yeah, a dub)

Niggas still buyin’ ropes with the crosses now (Lil’ nigga)
I get any bitch I want, yeah, we talkin’ now (Any bitch)
Really love this bitch neck, got me stalkin’ now (Where you at?)

Blood trails on my feet when I walk around (Blood drippin’)
I get everything I want like an only child (Spoiled)
Runnin’ laps ’round these niggas, we ain’t slowin’ down (We ain’t slowin’ down)

First night, let’s hit Papis, pull the wagon out (First night)
Where the good bitches? Yeah, yeah, drag ’em out (Drag ’em out)
Blowers everywhere, huh, huh, pass ’em out (Here, here)
Poured, tryna count a hundred, I keep passin’ out

Won’t nothin’ happen, let me link this to your bank account (Let me see)
Alright cool, you gave me ten, you my baby now (Yeah, cool)
I ain’t clearin’ that lil’ feature, nigga, take it down (Lame)
Niggas talk, I see ’em out, they don’t make a sound (Weird

Ain’t too many bitches out here I can’t get (Ain’t too many)
‘Fore I get a bitch number, who you bank with? (Who you bank with?)
All my niggas trophied up, it’s a banquet (Trophied up)
Yeah, I heard that lil’ tape, you ain’t say shit (You ain’t say shit)

Accidentally heard your single, you didn’t say much (Shit weak)
Dirk Nowitski on my wrist, this a Datejust (41)
Introduced me to her throat, it was A1

With a good bitch, racin’, we at K1 (K1)
Pretty face, she ain’t gotta wear no makeup (Gotta wear no makeup)
Yeah, her ass fat as fuck, but she got A cups (She got A cups)
Twenty thousand each dog, I got eight pups (Eight pups)

I get fly as fuck like I got a point to prove (Point)
Said it’s niggas hatin’ on me, that ain’t nothin’ new (That ain’t new)
Only hit her on the weekend since she love the crew (Love the crew)
Poured down, forgot my point, damn, I’m comin’ new (Comin’ new)
Niggas callin’ me they cousin that I’m nothin’ to (The fuck?)
Patrick Willis, I ain’t no nigga you wanna run into (On my mama)

Chris Brown, tryna see if she can run it too (Yeah, let’s run it)
I understand this your bitch, but I’m fuckin’ too (Yeah, we fuckin’)
Too many hoes pullin’ up, they keep comin’ through (They keep comin’)
Don’t like me, I’m a nigga that you nothin’ to (Yeah, you nothin’)
Most likely I’m in Prada, yeah, it’s nothin’ new (I’m in Prada)
Uncle Luke in the Dawn, finna raise the roof (Raise the roof)