Brand New lyrics

[Intro: Calboy]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Put him in a grave in a brand new spot, uh
Yeah, gang

[Chorus: Calboy]
T'd up, T'd up
I rock the show and then we up
Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up
Tweak with the gang, get beat up
Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up
But I only f*ck with the Nina
You know I'm stuck with a nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up
n*ggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz
n*ggas be fried like B Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
I'm not with the net, pus*y boy we can link up

[Verse 1: Calboy]
You can get popped, you can get dropped
Brand new trap with some new Reeboks
Got some brand new pots, got some brand new rocks
Brand new customs, brand new guap
Made some brand new bands for a brand new watch
And I heard n*ggas mad, got some brand new opps
So I spent a couple bands, got some brand new Glocks
We gon' pull up on his ass with some brand new shots
We gon' shoot him in the head, we gon' leave a n*gga dead
We gon' put him in a grave in a brand new spot
I remember them days when a n*gga wasn't paid
Now I spend 2K on some brand new socks
I got some brand new drip, n*gga don't slip
New FN with a brand new clip
And I ain't ever lower it, it finna sit on my hip
Gotta keep this b*tch close in a brand new whip
I just got a brand new grip, mhm
You know we turnt to the VIP, mhm
Watch what you say to me, ayy
You can get hit in your lip, mhm
My n*ggas play for keeps, ayy
You run and sh*t get tripped, mhm
We make 'em dip like a chip
We let it blow from the rip, mhm
[Chorus: Calboy]
T'd up, T'd up
I rock the show and then we up
Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up
Tweak with the gang, get beat up
Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up
But I only f*ck with the Nina
You know I'm stuck with a nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up
n*ggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz
n*ggas be fried like B Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
I'm not with the net, pus*y boy we can link up

[Verse 2: King Von]
I just got a call from up top, yeah
God askin' can the killin' please stop, yeah
He said it's gettin' crowded with the opps, yeah
I told him, "I'm sorry, that's my bad"
I just got me a big bag
Your boyfriend broke, we different
This choppa got a kickback
Wooski got his sh*t splat, gang
Brand new Glock, brand new K
New Hellcat, 100K, we can race
And I don't give a f*ck what the judge have to say
Told him suck my di*k when I beat my case
Got some brand new drip, brand new clips
Brand new hoes got brand new tits
Brand new hundreds got brand new strips
Brand new car got a brand new tint
See, I brought my gun to the kickback
n*gga, don't move, let me get that
Gun got dirty, had to switch that
K split a n*gga like a Kit-Kat
Poppin' these pills like Tic-Tacs
Hit him in the stomach, that's a six-pack
A lot of my n*ggas smoke Tooka
But some of my n*ggas still smoke Scrapp
[Chorus: Calboy]
T'd up, T'd up
I rock the show and then we up
Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up
Tweak with the gang, get beat up
Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up
But I only f*ck with the Nina
You know I'm stuck with a nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up
n*ggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz
n*ggas be fried like B Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
I'm not with the net, pus*y boy we can link up