Brand New (feat. Milli Smoke) - Smarty Baby

Pushing mach 5 switching lanes dripping paint Feel like SPEEDRACER Pussy boy I win the race I ain't out here saving hoes so I don't wear a cape, yeah I'm the type of bitch That your momma loves to hate (okay) Tripping off a tablet Turn the office to a rave Going Dark Phoenix Till I'm in an early grave (aye) Never played dumb, bitch, I never played it safe Bitches out here fishing You the type to take the bait like Riding through my city When you see me dicks up I wouldn't even call you If I need a quick fuck (aye) Sexy when I lick it Think he got the golden ticket Watch him eat it like a picnic In the coupe just like a pigeon aye Bitch I need a Tessy Whip that shit like Elon Musk (aye) Fly like I'm Aladdin Told that boy to lighten up At the party room spinning Too much liquor in my cup (aye) I just killed my ex Feel like Sza in the cut Throwing up the triple six Smokin OG in the booth Show me where them dollars at Rest in peace to Gangsta Boo Bitch I'm on the move Got no time to hit the snooze (aye) Win or lose, bitch, Spent my time breaking rules (aye) P- Pushing mach 5 switching lanes dripping paint Feel like SPEEDRACER Pussy boy I win the race I ain't out here saving hoes so I don't wear a cape, yeah I'm the type of bitch That your momma loves to hate (okay) Tripping off a tablet Turn the office to a rave Goin Dark Phoenix Till I'm in an early grave (aye) Never played dumb, bitch, I never played it safe Bitches out here fishing You the type to take the bait like R-Riding through my city When you see me dicks up R-R-Riding through my city When you see me dicks up Riding through my city When you see me dicks up I-I wouldn't even call you If I need a quick fuck Feel like Murakami Ima make that shit pop (pop) I don't keep the heater but I Make the shit hot (hot), yeah Feel just like I'm Thanos Think I need a couple rocks Drunk dancing on the table top, I do this shit a lot (aye) Flow so cold I got it snowing in July (brr) Bitches acting bitter But it's sweet like cherry pie (sweet!) If I cut you off Then to me it's like you died You just talk your shit I heard that shit a thousand times, bitch Pushing mach 5 switching lanes dripping paint Feel like SPEEDRACER Pussy boy I win the race I ain't out here saving hoes so I don't wear a cape, yeah I'm the type of bitch That your momma loves to hate (okay) Tripping off a tablet Turn the office to a rave Goin Dark Phoenix Till I'm in an early grave (aye) Never played dumb, bitch, I never played it safe Bitches out here fishin' You the type to take the bait like

Ay, fuckboy, back up! I do what I want like a boss, don't give a fuck Ay, they ask me like, "How you do that?" Bitch, I stay clutch I don't trust a fuckboy, you can look but can't touch Ay, yeah I feel like MC Yachty, I might drown this bitch in Hennessey Human centipede now kiss my ass, you weren't no friend to me No cap, bitch, yeah, I'm on your ass quick Go ahead, talk your shit 'cause I'ma talk mine, bitch Ay, put my heels in his neck and I won't take no disrespect Why you actin' like a threat tryna make me fuckin' stressed? Rather be a bitch than to let you walk all over me Toxic masculinity, I can feel the jealousy Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitches on my clit nonstop He was talkin' 'bout his dick like it's big but it's not Ay, you a punk bitch, prolly praying that I flop Ay, in the drop, bitch, and I'm here to take his spot Ay, yeah Ay, fuckboy, back up! I do what I want like a boss, don't give a fuck Ay, they ask me like, "How you do that?" Bitch, I stay clutch I don't trust a fuckboy, you can look but can't touch Ay, yeah Fuckboy, back up! I do what I want like a boss, don't give a fuck Ay, they ask me like, "How you do that?" Bitch, I stay clutch I don't trust a fuckboy, you can look but can't touch Ay (Test me) Now you wish that I would give up Know you're hopin' that I jump in 'Cause you thought that you could get it But you found out that's a nope All these bitches on my dick nonstop Fuckboy, you better turn around now, I'm a top You forgot that I was one of the boys Thought I was one of the bros Now I'm here, it's pretty clear I got a knife up to your throat Give me one good reason not to beat your fuckin' ass Not to leave you in the dirt with the worms and the grass Ay, fuckboy, back up! I do what I want like a boss, don't give a fuck Ay, they ask me like, "How you do that?" Bitch, I stay clutch I don't trust a fuckboy, you can look but can't touch Ay, yeah

(Milli Smoke, bitch) (I told you, don't fuck with me!) Ride me like Kawasaki (Kawasaki, Kawasaki) Ride me like Kawasaki (Kawasaki, Kawasaki) Ride me like Kawasaki (Kawasaki, Kawasaki) They say I do too much Babe please, yeah, don't you fuss Quick I turn flesh to dust Look quick but don't you touch They say I do too much Babe please, yeah, don't you fuss Quick I turn flesh to dust Look quick but don't you touch Cocky, ride me like Kawasaki I like it when you taunt me I know baby you want me I'm spicy like a Taki (ouch) Playing games like Atari (uh huh) I'm drifting in Ferrari's This shit ain't just a hobby Sorry babe I'm not sorry (sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry) Sorry babe I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry, I'm not sorry) Ride me like Kawasaki (Kawasaki, Kawasaki) Sorry babe I'm not sorry (sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry) Ride me like Kawasaki They say I do too much Babe please, yeah, don't you fuss Quick I turn flesh to dust Look quick but don't you touch They say I do too much Babe please, yeah, don't you fuss Quick I turn flesh to dust Look quick but don't you touch (I told you, don't fuck with me!) Ride me like Kawasaki (Kawasaki, Kawasaki) Ride me like Kawasaki Ride me like Kawasaki (Kawasaki, Kawasaki)

You a bitch Fuckin bitch ass hoe You fuckin' bitch Come again? Huh? What? Ay, ay, ay, ay WHAT Who the fuck you think to talking to, bitch I could tell you really ain't about shit, ay I just need the money I ain't fiendin' for no dick, uh I been paper chasing, you just waiting like a lick Talking out your ass you fucking liars make me sick, uh Talking shit but bitch you on the outside looking in, ay Told her you ain't in my class, bitch you get dismissed quick Got a lot of bitches did me dirty on my shit list I don't waste no time 'cus that shit not up in my budget ay Do my little dance I know all y'all bitches love it uh Stalking me in public when I'm shopping out at Publix uh When I shoot my shot you know I'm only hitting buckets ay Middle fingers up fuck you bitches Burn in hell uh Stand behind these bars but I ain't locked up in a cell All these haters praying, wishing that I fucking fell, well Love to disappoint 'cus bitch I'm doing swell Yeah, uh, mm, Milli Ay, ay, ay, ay WHAT Who the fuck you think to talking to, bitch I could tell you really ain't about shit, ay I just need the money I ain't fiendin' for no dick, uh I been paper chasing, you just waiting like a lick