Текст песни Brand New - Squeezy

(Uh huh, uh huh)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Grah)
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

Brand new chain round my neck
Brand new aim from that tec
Play wrong you get sprayed at ya chest, no new games I'm a vet
Come last but you claim you the best, what a shame you get stretched
.45 you get drained in a sec
Shorty get brain with the sex, on gang she be flame in the bed
Own lane can't tame with the bread
Bro Dame he got range with the lead

Tryna move past the past but I'm cynical
Just keep your feet on the pedals elliptical
Nah he ain't leaving, condition ain't critical
If you get caught by the boys keep it minimal
One in the chamber you wanna get physical
Too many options like bro just come pick a tool
Trust in the lord and the paper like biblical
They not gon' love till you blow but it's typical

I said this job is hitting me, it's a possibility, I quit or get fired for causing misery
What's the probability, I cause hostility, and pop this bartender with shots he's giving me
I see through these snitches invisibility, won't beef with you pussies I spot these mini-mes
Get boomed for no reason like cops ability, I gotta feed gang my responsibility
I send him to heaven, was never a question, like bro never questions validity
Hit in his top, then get hit in this chest, now here come the third shot like you watching a trilogy
Spin in that Benz we in opp vicinity, you slide in that whip it like odd and rickety
I'm leading my team like I'm Ja Morant, when I pop out with bangers and score with agility

I keep a pole with my 30 like Golden State
Yea we gon' spin in a line like a roller skate
Trap like a gym how I pull up and move the weight
Know that I'm feeding my people like holding plates

(I keep a pole with my 30 like Golden State)
(Yea we gon' spin in a line like a roller skate)
(Trap like a gym how I pull up and move the weight)
(Know that I'm feeding my people like holding plates)

Brand new chain round my neck
Brand new aim from that tec
Play wrong you get sprayed at ya chest, no new games I'm a vet
Come last but you claim you the best, what a shame you get stretched
.45 you get drained in a sec
Shorty get brain with the sex, on gang she be flame in the bed
Own lane can't tame with the bread
Bro Dame he got range with the lead

Tryna move past the past but I'm cynical
Just keep your feet on the pedals elliptical
Nah he ain't leaving, condition ain't critical
If you get caught by the boys keep it minimal
One in the chamber you wanna get physical
Too many options like bro just come pick a tool
Trust in the lord and the paper like biblical
They not gon' love till you blow but it's typical

I'ma go blow me a hollow and drip like a pond
Eat dick and she swallow, she love what I'm on
Out the world like Apollo, I fuck with the bond
And I'm uppin' the score till I pass him like Bron
It ain't no duckin' a semi or glock with a switch
You get sprayed for a penny, lil bro with the shits
And the guap I got plenty, blue bills and a stick
I get stopped with my fanny, take care of my crib

If I had a dollar for all of the times they lied
I swear I'd already be rich
Said he ain't scared but he feeling dizzy, heart racing
You'd think he anemic
She gonna holler when I'm up inside it
So wet that I'm seasick
I see a opper and he look surprised
Cause his ass know he in deep shit

Running away from these bullets, this shit is so funny, I'm watching his feet slip
Bro gon' stand over 'em, look in his eyes and after that he let that heat rip (Boom, boom)
Now we lay low, cause we can get caught with that pole, so let's be strategic
Just keep it humble, don't fuck with them boys and watch how yo money increasing

Brand new chain round my neck
Brand new aim from that tec
Play wrong you get sprayed at ya chest, no new games I'm a vet
Come last but you claim you the best, what a shame you get stretched
.45 you get drained in a sec
Shorty get brain with the sex, on gang she be flame in the bed
Own lane can't tame with the bread
Bro Dame he got range with the lead

Tryna move past the past but I'm cynical
Just keep your feet on the pedals elliptical
Nah he ain't leaving, condition ain't critical
If you get caught by the boys keep it minimal
One in the chamber you wanna get physical
Too many options like bro just come pick a tool
Trust in the lord and the paper like biblical
They not gon' love till you blow but it's typical (For real)