Brand New lyrics

[Intro—A$AP Rocky]
You know these big mouth n*ggas don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead-in-the-street industry muthaf*ckas
Talkin' 'bout ''We can't eat,''
Talkin' 'bout ''We brand new guys,''
Tell them n*ggas ''Suck a di*k!''

[Verse 01—A$AP Rocky]
I'm camo' down to my boxers
Gold teeth, a bathin' ape
Inner moves of my projects
Like monkeys, orangutan
Banana clip on that chopper
I hold heat, fingers bang
[?] better keep the peace
That little [?] brringading
I don't care if you glue
Or you red flaggin'
Hair swingin' my pants saggin'
Hoes all on my bandwagon
Your b*tch gaggin' she jet laggin'
On my cuz n*gga what's crackin'
On my blood n*ggas what's poppin'
I ain't set trippin' I just have no click-clackin'
You mismatchin' f*ck swaggin' you been jackin'
f*ck fly I am fashion
Try'ina cop that Benz wagon
My b*tch drive and my friend scratch it
n*ggas threat with the chit-chat
See a n*gga don't sh*t happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden
So talk money, Pig Latin
[Chorus] x2
Brand new clip
Brand new 9 (Piece)
Brand new b*tch
Brand new ride (Peace)
Brand new weed
Brand new high
Brand new [?]
Meet the brand new guys

[Verse 02—ScHoolboy Q]
[?-4-5] be the big toy
Now which n*gga want it wit' the phat boy
Euh, clipped up like I'm paranoid
High as hell n*gga Fitzroy
Pullin' off (yeah) through the city like erk
Seen that whole n*gga like erk
Hopped up on a n*gga like merk
Put that pus*y n*gga in a purse (Yeah)
You wouldn't be the first (Yeah)
Covering your dirt (Yeah yeah)
Put 'em in the ground, n*ggas down to earth
And act up n*gga I been down since birth
Backpack full'a random work
Two bad hoes I'll teach ya how to j*rk
(Teach ya how to j*rk)
Swaggin' in my [?]
Pop me a pill and throw that pus*y a rave
(pus*y a rave)
My prerogative ways
Nappy [?] with the brand new fade
Brand new n*gga with a brand new V
Sold that b*tch out should'a made that hoe bigga
Killin' charisma these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this n*gga
Put with a Gat and a di*k in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your b*tch in my house
Twistin' her weave, diggin' her out
Just feelin' her out, do all that sh*t you be talkin' about
While you gone, sh*t, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven why you out there cuffin'?
You over there lovin', that b*tch be my stuffin'
Like, like we really be f*ckin'
(Ooo)
[Chorus] x 2

[Verse 03—ScHoolboy Q & A$AP Rocky]
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This muthaf*ckin' hoe [?]
Slap the hoe in 'til the clip get lost
b*tch I'm a boss, pulled up clean
Don't you hear the exhaust?
Got my tie on, crippin' on my eye on
Who I'm bout'ta fire on
(Crack game f*cked up boy
f*ck you think I rap for?
Crack game f*cked up boy
f*ck you think I trap for?
Ridin' round with that mask on
Like the Mac-attack with that strap on
Like a Shaq-attack on that backboard
Clap on, clap off)
Blue [?] in my backyard
(Red nose my bad bra)
Tight and full'a that hydro
(Pretty n*gga no catwalk)
Big bird and yo big mouth
(pus*y n*gga suck lead off)
I pulled up then skrt off
Fox shots he smeared off
(40-oz o' that Cristal
Rosé that Rick Ross)
Got it jumpin' like criss-cross
(Mismatchin' no jigsaw)
No horseplay when we quick draw
(pus*y n*gga get a tip yo)
Hands up stick ya man's up
Ya time's up the new brand's up
(Flacko!/Q!)