New Shwag! (feat. Magnavox)

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It took me a long time to find my flow
I can punch in on anything that I want now
This ain't no written nigga, this a freestyle
They try to be me now

But back in that class, they laughed in the background
Now they listen to my shit surround sound
They try to slur their words in they raps now
I'm fed up, I'm on that type of timing

Ayy, I'm that show, go rewind it
Ayy, we them guys, you can't hide it
Ayy, she give me brain where her mind at
Ayy, I'm at your doorstep where your mom at

Ayy, and I keep f- ready for combat
Ayy, and I ran through his hoe like a lineback
Huh, real deal ape like Harambe
Clip hold, 50 times two, combine that

Have your barber shoot at you, realign that
You get it
Yeah, slime, too in it
I got locked up, labeled a menace

And I can't sign for no damn pendant
I need an M, plus interest
Dead faces, it ain't nothin new
Put the Benjamins in the bag

All this ice, give me the chills
Got Balmain, tags poppin' like pills
I'm movin' slow like when bro crack a seal
I got gas in the air, help me to heal

Don't get it fucked up, shoot at a nigga heel
He thought it was sweet, but was on lack
Chop a beat a nigga up, give him producer tax
Bullets drop in the motherfuckin' frame zone

Hellcat, demon, it Bolt, put Usain on
I had this shit on these niggas, put pain on them
Come on and get your lil' smoke, put the stain on
F*ck the bitch, give it back, nah, I ain't want her

Only bitch that I f*ck with is marijuana
I don't wanna lil nat-nat-nat
Ayy, Margiela shoes, they black
Let's go, hit up Sacks

Can't get up on my rank, that's facts
Like a fast race track
Young niggas with that rack, throw stacks
Money comin' and save that stack

I don't wanna chat if it ain't a band
Get up on him 4-flat high demand
I ain't catch a bullet was runnin' a slant
Bang through your speakers, Twin M stamp
Stick on me, Clamped, Chanel number nine

Came out a clam, blew out her mind
She like, damn, bitch blew a line
Now she wanna dance,
Serving black eyed peas, like Sam-I-Am
These racks on me, everything in my bag

Don't know why, I keep fuckin' on hoodrats
And I'm standin' on business
Tell them hold that rap
Bitch on dick want her coochie scratched
And I ran off on the plug, tell him, be right back

I came from the bottom, now look where I'm at
If you ain't slime, can't get no dap
I'm steppin' on niggas like a damn floor mat
Ahead of these niggas, I feel like I'm that

Bitch, ass nigga get spit on
How many niggas you put on
I can't be man in the middle
I'm even safe in the red zone

He got caught out of bounds sent the man home
Switched on your brothers, you're dead wrong
Put a hole in a nigga like dimple
How he died was coincidental

I'm big X got it tucked in my denim
Gettin' racks, I feel like Jimmy Kimmel
Mind your own or get caught in a pickle
Make it look easy, but it ain't simple

I be the muscle like Rambo
Tec make beats Brent Rambo
Gettin' chopped up in a Lambo
Why they hate, don't understand, bro

Why they glaze don't understand, bro
Mm, yeah, bro
Why they hate, don't understand, bro
Why they glaze don't understand, bro

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