letra de new haters - scy jimm
[intro]
(mmm, woodleyonthabeat)
([?], you just got the green light, hahaha)
big scy sh-t, n-gga
ayy, f-ck a n-gga (heavy motion)
glaow, n-gga know—
[chorus]
ayy, young n-gga havin’ motion, every day, it’s a new hater
n-gga ain’t give me sh-t, f-ck it, b-tch, i’m out of favors (on gang)
ayy, bruh, he keep that bub, he got that za, all kind of flavors (ayy, oh, yeah)
i ain’t even gotta watch football to know i don’t f-ck with the raiders (on gang)
f-ck n-gga, keep on watchin’ me, we gon’ cut off your cable (glaow, glaow, glaow)
you ain’t tryna run up this gwop with me, you can’t sit at my table
same b-tches ain’t wanna talk with me, i’m puttin’ d-ck all in their navel (ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh)
every day we smokin’ trees, how the f-ck we ran up so much paper?
[verse]
and i been sippin’ drank for a lil’ minute now (hoo, hoo, hoo)
i remember i ain’t have no money, but we got plenty now
said he want smoke, know it ain’t sh-t, b-tch, wе got plenty fire (on gang)
n-gga lookin’ wrong, i’ma up this bl!ck, that go for anybody (f-ck n-gga)
strapped up likе i’m rambo (ayy), b-tch, i ain’t never runnin’ out of ammo
we was just broke as f-ck now we hittin’ the block in scats and lambos
in the streets like sesame, b-tch, this ain’t no elmo
i ain’t never ‘flaugin’, even when i got on camo (on gang)
every day i’m on these f-ckin’ drugs, don’t ask no questions why
actin’ tough, but he died with his pole, he ain’t get to bust his fire (he ain’t get to bust his stick)
i asked god to help me tell the truth, but i still lie
and i know n0body can’t be perfect, but i still try (on gang)
h-ll nah, it ain’t no cryin’ later, we laughin’ to the bank (haha)
like, “why you sippin’ drank?” this sh-t help me think
shoot a n-gga like i’m photogenic, that’s how you picture paint (glaow, glaow, f-ck n-gga)
and i heard these n-ggas skippin’ my songs, i bet their b-tches ain’t (on gang)
[chorus]
ayy, young n-gga havin’ motion, every day, it’s a new hater (heavy motion)
n-gga ain’t give me sh-t, f-ck it, b-tch, i’m out of favors (f-ck a n-gga)
ayy, bruh, he keep that bub, he got that za, all kind of flavors (glaow, ayy, on gang)
i ain’t even gotta watch football to know i don’t f-ck with the raiders (hoo, hoo, ayy, on gang)
f-ck n-gga, keep on watchin’ me, we gon’ cut off your cable (glaow, glaow)
you ain’t tryna run up this gwop with me, you can’t sit at my table
same b-tches ain’t wanna talk with me, i’m puttin’ d-ck all in their navel (ugh, ugh)
every day we smokin’ trees, how the f-ck we ran up so much paper?
[outro]
f-ck n-gga (n-gga)
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