NEW AGE YN lyrics

[Intro: Baby Kia]
Haha, alright
Burr, nah, nah, hell nah, lil' twin
That's Gucci, we gon' go (Brrt)
Alright, alright, brrt
Uh, come on
Uh, alright, okay, alright, okay
Uh, alright, okay
Uh, okay (Hoodrich)
Alright, okay, alright, okay (Hoodrich)
Alright, okay, alright
Alright, okay, alright, okay, alright, okay

[Chorus: Baby Kia]
All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangol
Step out fresh as f*ck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll
Still a young n*gga, pull up SRT Durango
He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat
I ain't with that cliquin', we'll stay down, I'm with the same bros
I'm from Atlanta, this sh*t small, we hit the same ho
Got this b*tch beatin', his sh*t ain't boomin', I think his trap closed
Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow

[Verse 1: Baby Kia]
Alright, okay, I guess he lackin' clientele
I'm gettin' all these bags like a fat b*tch eat the meat off the rib
I got aim and plus an OD soul, punch the teeth out your grill
That 40 Gang, stand by them right or wrong, I'm somethin' like Brian Steel
I get that dot, bet they pull up, jump out, and overkill
Two n*ggas post up drinkin' Sprite, 30 shoot both of them
Hope he don't run up, think it's sweet, he catch one to the belly
Better not be outside after dark, chase him with a machete
[Chorus: Baby Kia & BabyChiefDoit]
All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangol
Step out fresh as f*ck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll
Still a young n*gga, pull up SRT Durango
He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat
I ain't with that cliquin', we'll stay down, I'm with the same bros
I'm from Atlanta, this sh*t small, we hit the same ho
Got this b*tch beatin', his sh*t ain't boomin', I think his trap closed (Ah, ah)
Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow (Ah, ah, slatt)

[Verse 2: BabyChiefDoit]
BK tryna bounce out with no shirt, n*gga, put your clothes on
You lackin' while it's crackin' with no traffic, boy, better beat your toes (Baow, baow, better beat your toes, b*tch, better beat your toes, b*tch, better beat your toes, b*tch, better beat your)
How in the hell is you street when you bit the cheese? The f*ck? Did your forget the code?
At one of my shows, I was gon' f*ck up a fan 'cause I ain't like how he approached (Ah, ah)
Don't tell me that you been a fan if you wasn't there when I rapped on the phone (Ah, ah, ah)
You can't be my b*tch and like no rappers, ho, stop singin' the songs (Ah, ah, ah)
I don't wanna hear no rhyme come out your mouth if it's not sh*t I wrote
I swear I'm not no narcissist, b*tch, I'm the captain of this boat (Okay, okay, slatt, baow)
I'm just tryna change my life around and keep my nose clean (Slatt)
Not tryna get into no more bullsh*t, no more X and no more lean (None of that)
She keep talkin' about my walk, she asked why the f*ck I drag my feet
b*tch, mind your business, I got a fat-ass KRISS Vec' by my meat (b*tch)

[Chorus: Baby Kia]
All-white tracksuit, dope boy with the Kangol
Step out fresh as f*ck, I can't stop saggin', that's that bankroll
Still a young n*gga, pull up SRT Durango
He trippin', think I'm slippin', 30 got Drac' in the raincoat
I ain't with that cliquin', we'll stay down, I'm with the same bros
I'm from Atlanta, this sh*t small, we hit the same ho
Got this b*tch beatin', his sh*t ain't boomin', I think his trap closed
Been sittin' on that work for a while, still got the same 'bow
[Outro: Baby Kia]
Uh, alright, okay, alright, okay
Uh, alright, okay
Uh, okay