Brand New Guy
A$AP Rocky Lyrics

I'm camo down to my boxers, gold teeth, a bathing ape
It's animals in my projects like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) Let it keep the peace that Lil B, brrrangadang
I don't care if you blue or you red flagging, head swinging, my pants sagging
Hoes all on my band wagon, your bitch gagging, she jet lagging
All my cuz niggas, what's crackin'? All my blood niggas, what's poppin'?
I ain't set tripping, I just happen to know who click clacking, you mismatching
Fuck swagger, you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it and my friends crash it Niggas threat with the chit chattin', see a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow, on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin (Suck my fuckin' dick bitch)

[Chorus]
Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

That 45 be the big toy
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Clipped up like I'm paranoid
High as hell nigga, Fitzroy
Pull it off through the city like skirt
Seen that whole nigga like errr
Hopped up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
You wouldn't be the first covering the dirt
Put him in the ground, he was down to earth
Knacked up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes I'll teach you how to jerk
Teach you how to jerk
Swaggin' in my J's
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out
Should've made that ho bigger
Killing careers make these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
Equipped with a gat and the dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed
I'm digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, NetFlix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin'
You over there lovin'
That bitch be my stuffing, like
Like we really be fucking

[Chorus]

Brand new shirt to the brand new drawls
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This motherfucker hold 15
Smack that ho in, tell the clip get lost
Bitch I'm a boss
Pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron
Who I'm about to fire on?

Rap game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I trap for?
Riding round with that mask on
Like a Mac attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard
Clap on, clap off

Blue pit in my back yard

Red nose my bad broad

Tight and full of that hydro

Pretty nigga, no catwalk

Big burner in your big mouth

Pussy niggas suck lead off

I pull it up then skirt off
Vodka shots, he Smirnoff

40 oz of that Cristal
Rose, that Rick Ross

Got it jumping like Kriss Kross

Mishmashing, no jigsaw

No horseplay when we quick draw

Pussy nigga get a tit job

Hands up, stick your mands up
Your time's up, the new brand's up
Brrap!
Q!

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Quincy Hanley, Rakim Mayers

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