New b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
(Drumma Boy)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
None of your business, what the f*ck I'ma run for?
Ho p*ss me off, then I get a new— (Hold on)

[Chorus]
Ayy, don’t wanna talk 'cause I miss my lil' sh*t
Ho p*ss me off, then I get a new b*tch (Get a new b*tch)
If I ain’t in the stu', in the trap with them sticks (In the trap with them sticks)
Everyday I wake up, tryna hit me a lick (Hit me a lick)
Bro need a blick, tryna hit up the gun store (Hit up the gun store)
Know he a b*tch, what the f*ck I'ma run for? (The f*ck I'ma run for?)
Ain't finna argue or do too much talkin', I told you already she a fan, that ain't my ho (She a fan)

[Verse 1]
But she got some ass, goddamn (Goddamn)
Shawty, she on the 'Gram, she a freak when she get on her spam (Get on her spam)
I can make a n*gga pipe down, know the switch got rounds and I love it ’cause this b*tch don’t jam (Don't jam)
That’s old news, stop askin' 'bout that (Askin' ’bout that)
Get on my nerves, she keep askin' for racks
He got sent to the nurse, shoulda ducked his hat (Seen him)
When he get off them Percs, tryna leave somethin' flat (Leave somethin' flat)
No, I can't cuff you, tell you the truth, sh*t, I don't even love you (I don't even love you, for real)
He done copped two, so he dropped him a double (Dropped him a double)
Body bag, b*tch got put in a duffle (Got put in a duffle)
I'm tryna f*ck, ho, no, I don't love you
I had a b*tch that wan' act like she innocent (Act like she innocent)
Know some young n*ggas that's murkin' and menacin' (Murkin' and menacin')
Heard he got hit, start cryin' on FaceTime (b*tch-ass n*gga)
sh*t that I'm rappin' for real, I don't fake mine (I don't fake sh*t)
[Chorus]
Ayy, don't wanna talk 'cause I miss my lil' sh*t (Miss my lil' sh*t)
Ho p*ss me off, then I get a new b*tch (Get a new b*tch)
If I ain't in the stu', in the trap with them sticks (In the trap with them sticks)
Everyday I wake up, tryna hit me a lick (Hit me a lick)
Bro need a blick, tryna hit up the gun store (Hit up the gun store)
Know he a b*tch, what the f*ck I'ma run for? (The f*ck I'ma run for?)
Ain't finna argue or do too much talkin', I told you already she a fan, that ain't my ho (She a fan, that ain't my ho)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, one thing I can say is ain't no n*gga try me (Ain't no n*gga try me)
Pull up with your b*tch, yeah, that ho be my side piece (Ho be my side piece)
Thirty-five hundred on the jacket, my fashion be snappin', take a pic', they be like, "Gotta copy" (Gotta copy, ho)
Goddamn, the racks got bigger
Pull out the cam' 'cause I'm that n*gga (I'm that n*gga)
I don't like how you move, that sh*t ain't cool, quick to get him out the way, tell him, "Pass me the scissors" (Chop-chop)
An opp in the Swisher (Opp in the Swisher)
Lil' bro catch a body, then go f*ck a b*tch, took some with him
Ayy, last n*gga got slumped, boy, don't play with my money (Don't play with my money)
Dog sh*t out the bank, give the killers a hundred (Killers a hundred)
Old head at the store, call him crackhead junkie
Opps stay postin', they low, get 'em hit at a function (Ha)
Baby say, "Chill, need to be here with me" (Need to be here with me)
I'm the type to snort a Perc' off of her titty, gang

[Chorus]
Don't wanna talk 'cause I miss my lil' sh*t (Miss my lil' sh*t)
Ho p*ss me off, then I get a new b*tch (Get a new b*tch)
If I ain't in the stu', in the trap with them sticks (In the trap with them sticks)
Everyday I wake up, tryna hit me a lick (Hit me a lick)
Bro need a blick, tryna hit up the gun store (Hit up the gun store)
Know he a b*tch, what the f*ck I'ma run for? (The f*ck I'ma run for?)
Ain't finna argue or do too much talkin', I told you already she a fan, that ain't my ho (She a fan, that ain't my ho)
[Outro]
Don't wanna talk, nah, ayy
Don't wanna talk, miss my lil'
Ho p*ss me off, then I get a new— gang
The f*ck I'ma run for?
I miss my lil' sh*t
Yeah