Lyle Leduff - Brand New Guy lyrics

[Intro] You know these big mouth n***as don't know how to act. I got my West Coast connection. These dead in the street industry mothaf**as talking 'bout "We can't eat," talking 'bout "we brand new guys," y'all n***as s** a dick! [Verse 1] 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) Bet it keep the peace that Lil B, brrangadang I don't care if you blue or you red flagging, hair swinging, my pants sagging Hoes all on my band wagon, your b**h gagging, she jet lagging All my cuz n***as, what's cracking? All my blood n***as, what's popping? I ain't set tripping, I just happen to know who click clacking, you mismatching f** swag and you been jacking, f** fly, I am fashion Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my b**h drive it and my friends crash it n***as threat with the chit chatting, see a n***a don't sh** happen I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin (s** my f**in' dick, b**h) [Hook] Brand new clip, brand new nine Brand new b**h, brand new ride Brand new weed, brand new high Brand new me meet the brand new guys [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] 345 be the big toy, now which n***a want it with the fat boy? Clipped up like I'm paranoid, high as hell n***a, Fitzroy Pull it off through the city like "errt" Seen that ho n***a like "errrr," hopped up on a n***a like murk Put that p**y n***a in a purse You wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt Put him in the ground, he was down to earth Napped up n***a, 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 p**y a rave My prerogative ways Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade Brand new n***a with the brand new venue Sold that b**h out shoulda made that ho bigger k**ing careers make these cupcakes remember My objective is to serve your agenda Biggie and Nas put they a** in a blender Sprinkle some 50 and came out this n***a Equipped with a gat and the dick in your mouth Balls in my hands and your b**h in my house Twisting up weed, I'm digging her out Just filling her out Do all that sh** you be talking about While you gone? sh**, Netflix on your couch What this popcorn about? Microwave oven while you out there cuffin' You over there lovin' That b**h be my stuffing, like... like we really be f**ing [Hook] [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] (ASAP Rocky) Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers Brand new socks to the brand new Glock This mothaf**a hold 15, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost b**h, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust Got my tie on, gripping on my iron, who I'm 'bout to fire on? (Rap game f**ed up, boy, f** you think I rap for?) (Crack game f**ed up, boy, f** 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) Titan full of that hydro (Pretty n***a, no catwalk) Big burner in your big mouth (p**y n***as s** lead off) I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he Smirnoff (40 ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross) Got it jumping like Kriss Kross (Mismatching, no jigsaw) No horseplay when we quick draw (p**y n***a get a tit job) Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up, Q!