Los Globos Freestyle / New To This lyrics

Water(3x)
Drip(4x)
Water(2x)

[Verse 1: Dominic Fike]
Aight, look
I just pulled up to big chef and a 6 block
We can run it 'til 6, 7 and dipset
n*ggas talkin' the blasé can get lost, kick rocks
Look at the di*kprint on his lip gloss
I lift off in the valley with my n*ggas, n*gga
A trip into the hills, it got me feelin' bigger still
I need my four-colored rhinestones
Slid from Miami to pick up some piff in the valley and smoke out the condo
Trippin' to Cali for Globos
No I didn't need me no promo
Tell that b*tch to go and get the Go Pro
I'm makin' these movies, you n*ggas know it ain't fasho though
And a n*gga need a blunt right now
Tell 'em I can pick 'em up and meet around back
b*tch I'm in a Uber, we ain't ridin' 'round town
I just get to where I need to go
'Cause man these b*tches unbelievable
I got time
Talk to a n*gga like a n*gga got time
Shut the f*ck up b*tch I'll tell you 'bout time, aye
'Round 9 she blingin' my hotline
Found out I ain't really on my, uhh
Relationship sh*t, I hate these b*tches
You love these hoes, you gon' eat together
She gon' scrape the dishes, she gon' rub my toes
She gon' take the di*k 'cause I'm from the Flo
But I touch the O's on like every flow, every flow
Wait wait
Look a n*gga pickin' up wherever I left off
Myself like Cobain, popped a shot 'cross the brain
I don't wanna hear that sh*t I made a year ago, aye
3 or 4 minutes ago I was on cue
24/7 the reminisce on me
365 we live, it's no problem and, aye
My phone just broke and low key
And I don't f*ck with anybody but my busy bodies
And I hit the lobby for the rollie, f*ck a federale
And I tell 'em I don't vibe with 12, be like these b*tches
And I don't like these b*tches
You gon' pay 'em though, like "what's the price to fish?"
I been playin' hoes since Fisher-Price and sh*t
She 'gon suck on some'n if she want pricey sh*t, aye
Get it how you live, and livid n*ggas in the cut
Indica in blunt that couldn't lay a n*gga down
Pray I get a cut, down payment on a crown
Pray you get the f*ck from 'round me right now, aye
Pipe down, these clowns just like smiles
And I don't entertain no bullsh*t lately
Same old, same old
Good kid, good sh*t made me
Could've been crazy
Would've been late, but I picked up the pace
And I hopped off the porch, 'fore I lit up the way
Lil' n*gga like
(Hmph)

(Come here)

[Beat switch]

[Verse 1: Slyte]
Yuh huh (3x)
Wakin' up to a blunt with you, oooh
You know my preferences
No I never did front with you
You knew all my skeletons
I'll kick 'em out the closet with ya
Then could talk menaje-ing with ya
Baby I heard you into sh*t like that
Maybe I'll set some'n up, then f*ck some'n up
I'm with that
Bong and that Patron, it's meant to be
Addiction comin' strong like nicotine
Below her naval, wet as it can be
Like how you pay for pus*y, when it's free (That ain't no pimp sh*t)
I could never trust these n*ggas
So I would never share our business girl
I'm thinkin' of makin' you my b*tch
So many sides to you, it's like my b*tches
[Chorus]
Them b*tches can't f*ck with you, oooh
They one and same these days
Never did front with you, oooh
You always hear me say i'm new~, to this
I found you~

[Outro]
(New to this)
(You know my preferences)