New Year New Problems lyrics

[Intro]
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Uh, tss, uh, uh, mm
Tss, tss
Uh, uh
Mm, mm, mm

[Chorus]
I guess they thought it was over (How come?)
The Maybach came with a chauffer (Alright, then)
Kept it goin' like a hoverboard, guess some b*tches thought I lost the charger (Okay)
Young and richest, it's hard to maintain a label when you still an artist
Uh, me and Bagg had our disagreements, man, this sh*t back larger and larger

[Verse 1]
n*gga, I can never half talk about you, n*gga, you've helped out my whole family (I love you)
You pussies doin' all that talkin', when the Fox catch you, strip your ass naked (On Zai)
These n*ggas want my spot, but God already called and told me I'm destined (Huh)
All that police games, Beyblade chain the fakest, I got bust, so when he catch it (Uh, uh)

[Interlude]
Ayy, man, n*gga ain't goin' for none of that nice-ass sh*t, man
Took a lot of mud and blood to be in this sh*t, no more accidents around this sh*t
n*gga, no more new faces around this sh*t, n*gga
And if this sh*t go down the drain, n*gga, it's gon' be 'cause of me, n*gga, or a Fox or Loaf
A f*ck n*gga ain't gon' be the reason
[Verse 2]
I sat in the cold for this sh*t (Huh)
I sold a lot of 'bows for this sh*t
n*gga, I sat up in the cold for this sh*t
Mama ain't have a home 'fore this sh*t (Keep goin')
Back then, I couldn't even borrow, n*ggas ain't give me nothin' to hold but my di*k
Now look how them tables turned, M's droppin', driveway full of sh*t

[Interlude]
BD, pass me the Lamb' key
sh*t, which one?
It ain't sh*t but the Demon and the jailbreak
Huh
And Zai on my mind while I sit here and pour up a pint
Uh, and they say ,"Hey, Cavon," every time I walk in the bank, yeah

[Chorus]
I guess they thought it was over (How come?)
The Maybach came with a chauffer (Alright, then)
Kept it goin' like a hoverboard, guess some b*tches thought I lost the charger (Okay)
Young and richest, it's hard to maintain a label when you still an artist
Uh, me and Bagg had our disagreements, man, this sh*t back larger and larger

[Verse 3]
n*gga, my mama smilin' every day, I'll take a n*gga life to keep her face like that
Bruh and them catchin' charges every day, I got M's, n*gga, that's how he beat that case like that
Paid-up lawyers, that's how we do it
Made-up stories, that's how they do it
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no blogs, whoever the f*ck behind that page— huh, you get the picture
"Fatt, what you on?" Blitzing
Why they tryna get off? Why they dissing?
I just talked to Mama Fox, she said, "If you ain't smart with that sh*t, you ain't my children"
Huh, Zai only thing I'm missing
Huh, I'm too rich to go against it
So it's vaca' to the 'Iami, yacht parties, Z's hang sh*t with the fishes (Zzz)
I can park a Rolls in my kitchen (pus*y)
Balenci' boots, I ain't tripping
Uh, I just talked to 5 (What he say?), 'bout my name, nothin' but hissing
I'm playin' with cheese I ain't never seen, mad they killed my man, he can't enjoy it with me (Uh)
Told God, "I'ma work the backseat while You keep on steering"
Amen
[Outro]
Uh, uh, amen
Huh