New Ones Songtext
von Quando Rondo

Vicasso on another one

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
SephGotTheWaves
Whoa
Oh, I
Uh


Run around with them same niggas
I ain′t thinking about hanging with new ones
I'll go dig up them old rods
I ain′t thinking about buying no new guns
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died,
kinda hard for me to move on
I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie
I ain′t tryna put no suit on
I can buy a hundred steaks
And I still won′t meet the cops
My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
I barely got time to see my pops
For the nigga who murdered Slim
No doorbell, I'ma knock ′em out
I'ma put this Glock to work
I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah


Nigga damn near thought about killing myself
′Cause I ain't wanna turn twelve
When I was in the water drowning with them shark
they was thinking oh well
High-speed chase, went and got a room with my bitch,
Thinking will my ho tell?
Me and Joe Dirt locked in for life like we ain′t got no bail
I'ma bring my mask out (Brrah)
Then go hunt for the opps, no Easter
See, my bank account got a new balance
I ain't talkin′ about no sneaker
Spray ′em down with Clorox
Then make the haters go sit on the bleachers
No new friends like two twins,
I still run with the same people
Run around with them same niggas
I ain't thinking about hanging with new ones
I′ll go dig up them old rods
I ain't thinking about buying no new guns
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died,
kinda hard for me to move on
I′m tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie
I ain′t tryna put no suit on
I can buy a hundred steaks
And I still won't meet the cops
My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
I barely got time to see my pops
For the nigga who murdered Slim
No doorbell, I'ma knock ′em out
I′ma put this Glock to work
I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah

Yeah, throwed all my kicks away
I got trust issues (Yeah), throwed all my kicks away
Even my Christian Loubs, but ay, that's how it be
I just didn′t see it in you
(Didn't see it in you)
If I smoke cigarettes by the pack
I still won′t play like it's cool (Play like it′s cool)
I wanna take a trip to Arizona
'Cause all I think about is how I'ma put my hood on like Trayvon
In my zone, they tote automatics
I′ma tear Burnsville down
And I′ma name my projects AutoZone
Last night I couldn't hear
I was too busy thinking about death
Water deep, I shoulda been Michael after all this pain I felt, yeah
Everybody around me armed
Like they ain′t got no legs
I told 'em to bear with me
But I had lost a couple Teds
I seen so many starvin′g
they took chances and went fed
Dreams of BET but I'm still in the hood tryna catch a bet
Spend a couple thousand on shoes
It′s cool, we'll get it back tomorrow
Running with the semis since I was little
So we gon' pull up in Ferraris

Run around with them same niggas
I ain′t thinking about hanging with new ones
I′ll go dig up them old rods
I ain't thinking about buying no new guns
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died
kinda hard for me to move on
I′m tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie
I ain′t tryna put no suit on
I can buy a hundred steaks
And I still won't meet the cops
My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
I barely got time to see my pops
For the nigga who murdered Slim
No doorbell, I′ma knock 'em out
I'ma put this Glock to work
I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah