New Tricks

Mm

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Mm, mm

Pull up, get the office lit

Pop out in an awesome fit (Pop out)

Buddy made a bullshit move, bet he see the losses quick

A formal event, but Glock is on me and I'll off this bitch (Facts)

I only trust the bitch as far as I can throw, precious

He postin' pictures of the beef, he ain't use to lettuce

Right now, I'm lookin' for a bitch from the motherland

I'm dishin' Karo out, I damn near serve it underhand (Facts)

Right now, I'm papered out, I need to grow some other hands

You gotta get over turnt to make 'em understand

I'ma re-spark this blunt until I nod again

Right now, Chris on my left, but that's my right-hand man

These **** runnin' out of cash, run out of rubber bands

I'm goin' stupid (Yeah), Maybach coolin'

I ain't text the ho back, she callin' me a nuisance

Lil Moe on the stage again, they treat it like a pulpit

Yes, I'm a new dog, but I know some old tricks (Woof)

Oh, damn, the new bag just called, I'm finna go get

Oh, damn, they caught him down bad with the four-fifth (Oh, damn)

Push up and get this shit bumpy like a bad temp (Push up)

He ain't got no dog shit, automatic bad fit

All the hoes said your show was borin' like a cheap kit

Three-five blunt went out, then I re-lit