Lyrics New Year, Same Grind - Show Louis

No chains
No jewels
Not a watch
Just watch
I don't need diamonds
Hoe a nigga still shining
All I need is a trap
A cell
And a clock
All I need is a mic
And a beat that's hot
Cones to the dome
Told you we won't stop
In my Sean Combs zone
Been a bad boy homes
Bussin down zones
Uber everywhere now
Because the streets been hot
Ya Mans not hot Big Shaw
He lukewarm
Cut the fly talk out
Like a coupon
She fine as shit
But she still trash
Bitch conversation dry like Tucson
She told me
I don't let niggas fuck for free
Naw bitch
I'm a charge u something
And this low ticket
Got a nigga flexible with it
I done gave out more deals than Groupon
New shit on the radio the youth on
Well produced
But it don't cut the poupon
A nigga do a whole lotta shit to get right
Sometimes getting right
A nigga gotta do wrong
All this tension in the air
And conflict brewing
You stupid muthafuckas throw my mood off
Boys mean mugging
Real aggressive right now
Come address it little bitch
Let's do something
See I just dropped another tape last week
And I'm damn near done with a new one
Move in silence
I try it
Depends which lane that I move on
Move a second too fast
Out here you'll crash
In the county like
What the fuck I do wrong
We make hymns for the streets
These the new pslams
Every day a nigga in here dropping new songs
And I'm sitting on a hundred more
Like a motherfucking futon
Boot up
Dammit can't feel my face
Woo
The dope is just too strong
You square niggas
Better leave your boo home
Turn around
And your motherfucking boo gone
See
I'm the type of wavy nigga she'll choose on
Shawty so right
That a nigga never do wrong
Way she walked by a young nigga
In them 6 inch heels
I told her take them clothes off
And keep them shoes on
Flipping through the set
Deadend Redd in the deck
Turnt up
Yeah
I got my juice on
Everything that's attached to my name
Been flames
Next mixtape dropping like a nuke bomb
Got bread on the green like some croutons
Left braeswood
Nigga smelling like some Moussan
Because this hood rat hoe,
Full of that shit
Swallowing all of my dick
If I get puked on
We gone have to fight man
A backhand right hand
It's a reflex
Gotdamn
You win some you lose some
Riding round Beach House 2 on
Or that 400
Old school Juve on
Don't know many speakers
I done blew son
Bending corners
Banging screw
Nigga with the boom on
Now if I ain't a hot boy
Then what u call that
May text the bitch
Rarely'll call back
Read receipts stay on
In my phone
I want you to know
I ignored you on my own
Most niggas don't really know what wealth is
Most niggas just tryin to keep the lights on
My plug be showing a nigga so much love
Give me 2
Anytime i come to buy one

Straps with the bag
Like Purses
Coaches
Got raid for the roach niggas
And the roaches
Lurking
Baliing on em all
Like I'm Nurkic
Ain't no feeling
Like a play going perfect
Underground sound
Drifting to the surface
Never let a hater up under your epidermis
Baby girl really gotta show a little effort
The ain't free little bitch
Gotta earn it
Moon rock
Sprinkled in a swisher full of OG
Put your ass down for the count
If we burn this
When she came to me
She ain't really knew a damn thing
But I put her on game
And she learning
I'm on my job right now
Yeah I'm working
Nothing really is forever
Or for certain
Just keep bond money
An attorney
Got flipped couple times
Niggas burnt me
Learned early
No mercy
Either punk police trying to search me
Or somebody's plotting on a robbery
Or burglary
I'll hit my people
If you need to get a turkey
Trey ward
Bone hard that's on God
3rd Down gang
Nigga that's my squad
Niggas say they so real
But they act so fraud
You don't run shit but your mouth lil bitch
That shit there
You better take it down to a slow jog
All a nigga ever do is go hard
I done did it all nigga
On the road y'all
Suprised I ain't way more throwed off
Went from broke nigga
To niggas getting broke off