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New One (Explicit) - Pooh Shiesty/K Carbon
Lyrics by:Lontrell Williams/Christopher Chris Gomez/Kimbrya McCraney
Produced by:Beatdemons
It's Carbon
Aye Beatdemons swear we fuck with you
Said you can't wait to see me for what?
Ain't gon' do shit but watch
And if he wanna fuck with me
He gotta send that cash up top
Stop tryna beef about a nigga
He slimed in I got your drop
Bitch you can't keep up no ways I got a faster car
All mackin' no actin' run up if you want I'm jackin'
Fully automatic cars broads and high fashion
Gettin' money that's my passion
Bitch I'm flashin'
I don't got rhythm but my diamonds they dancin'
Every time I up a fuckin' bankroll it be a new one
You ain't gon' never catch me with the same nigga
This a new one
Name a bitch fuckin' with me aw thought you knew one
Your lace liftin' bitch I hate your wig
Come get a new one
You can't find this za nowhere
My Asian plug grew it
I play along hard time leadin' him on
He think I'm stupid
I can't go broke countin' money therapeutic
And I got this Carbon with me too I'll shoot it
Aye I'm a smacker that be rappin'
Not no rapper don't confuse it
Shiesty got him back abusin'
All this Memphis gangster music
Y'all pump-fakin' I see through it
All them guns you never use it
Ain't never got locked for no pole
I went fed for all shootings nigga
I'm a soldier when I die twenty-one gun salute me
Locked down in the penitentiary
Niggas still couldn't outdo me
"FDO" shit was a movie
Booby Trap hoes show me coochie
Used to cut cocaine with no dough
Make you swear to God you zooted
He wasn't here we served him rabbit food
Robbed him and kept it movin'
It might be one rapper that got more bodies than me
That's Lil Boosie
Every day new high-speed chase
If you still pull over you goofy
Bae I drive the same way you see Paul Walker do in movies
Fast and furious bae I'm curious
Do you got a pretty coochie?
Brand-new jewelry cost a Urus
Hop out the car high as Pookie
I press a button the F8 roofless
Put some cheat code where the groupies?
Triple threat I'll beat the fuck out you
Stab you or shoot you nigga
All mackin' no actin' run up if you want I'm jackin'
Fully automatic cars broads and high fashion
Gettin' money that's my passion
Bitch I'm flashin'
I don't got rhythm