new lyfe lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Chorus]
Got a Glock in my lap, lil' b*tch, you ain't safe
And I'm sippin' on lean but this sh*t is laced
Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
Little b*tch, I don't like you, you're a little disgrace
Got a Glock in my lap, lil' b*tch, you ain't safe
And I'm sippin' on lean but this sh*t is laced
Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
Little b*tch, I don't like you, you're a little disgrace

[Verse]
I'm so c*cky, n*gga, I got seven rings
I just pulled up to your town and your b*tch, she wanna link
I was talking to this b*tch, she put Xannies in my drinks
All this liquor in my body, I don't think that I can think (Uh-huh)
But that's okay
Me and gang pulling up to your birthday
b*tch, I'm speeding in the droptop, highway
I can hear these n*ggas hate, don't care what they say (Fye)
Old friends, yeah, they see me on the front page
Magazine, interviews, yeah, your loves fake
You be on some bullsh*t, I can't associate
Lil' n*gga, music trash, you can't get on stage
Paparazzi, yeah, they everywhere
This sh*t blindin' me, I can't see a thing
Dude was doubting me, now I'm a f*ckin' king
I make more than your f*cking dad and I just f*cking sing
[Chorus]
Got a Glock in my lap, lil' b*tch, you ain't safe
And I'm sippin' on lean but this sh*t is laced
Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
Little b*tch, I don't like you, you're a little disgrace
Got a Glock in my lap, lil' b*tch, you ain't safe
And I'm sippin' on lean but this sh*t is laced
Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
Little b*tch, I don't like you, you're a little disgrace

[Outro]
It's really funny 'cause like my opps really cannot escape me
Like whenever I drop, like, SoundCloud just puts a notification, like, they're gonna see it, like, ha (Fye)