New Show lyrics

[Intro]
Brrt
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go
I beat all the odds
Ayy, shoutout Os though
Woo

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Uh, I just f*cked up the show and they wanna come pay me a fee of a couple of grand ‘cause they know we ain’t cheap
I been talkin’ my crack on the beat
The way I pop out it’s too rare, so they payin’ me bare
When life wasn't fair, some guys wasn't there
They can't stand me, go IKEA and get you a chair
Can’t stand me, but she wanna eat me like candy
All of these girls wanna trap me, I been a Plan B, sadly
I got my jimmy on handy, said that she preg’ but my heart wеnt flat like Stan Lee (Tchh)
I ain’t a daddy, b*tch
Annie, are you okay? (Is you okay?)
I know you dumb

[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
Bro got thе clip and the big stick drum
If he shoot it, you'll see him black just on my lungs
Got too many hoes, don’t f*ck with no bums
Got too many grams, don’t f*ck with no rum
Got too many tricks, I’m makin’ her c*m
Rock too many shows, my bank got a sum
My money that I made off tourin’ off Brum
With Manny in London, I do it for fun
I f*ck her for sh*ts n’ giggles
I thought I was high, seein’ double but buy me some, price done tripled
Back in the day, I listened to you, I was little in the mode, you was sayin’ I’m hard, ayy
Somebody lied, ‘cause I know a star, I got a chopper in the c— (Huh)
I’m on that Rozay flow (Maybach music)
My pockets been fat like lard, on God, ayy
[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Uh, I just f*cked up the show and they wanna come pay me a fee of a couple of grand ‘cause they know we ain’t cheap
I been talkin’ my crack on the beat
The way I pop out it’s too rare, so they payin’ me bare
When life wasn't fair, some guys wasn't there
They can't stand me, go IKEA and get you a chair
Can’t stand me, but she wanna eat me like candy
All of these girls wanna trap me, I been a Plan B, sadly
I got my jimmy on handy, said that she preg’ but my heart went flat like Stan Lee (Let’s go, hol’ on, tchh)
I ain’t a daddy, b*tch (Yes)
Annie, are you okay? (Is you okay?)
I know you dumb (Yo, yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Len]
If life is a b*tch, my hand on the clit, I’m rubbin’ it
Range Rover with a lightskin, that’s my bad, I promise I’m colorist
Mom keep askin’ if I fear God, my face and neck tatted, huh
But I just bust down the Jesus piece, I took it to John the Baptist, huh
And I won’t lie bae, I lost my mind, this life so fast I had to adjust
But it’s a must, trust, f*ck
Never had a trust fund, no luck
When the doors go up, shawty wanna give ‘uck
I guess shawty saw I’m important
Hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on
And I don’t care about nobody’s list, except the Forbes list
Porsche exhaust, I torched it
When I floor it, this sh*t got awkward
We ain’t talking, b*tch you forced it
Had a brick before I bought Minecraft
Coke and forge him
Pats get sorted
Cats get sorted
Racks distorted
Trap to sport ‘em
Racks on racks, no mortgage
Black flag up, I’m hauling