New To Me (feat. FBG Duck, Billionaire Black) - King Lil Jay

Ayy, Ewell I 'on't want no autotune, fuck all that shit Steve Chill on the beat Sliz Dreams This how they want me to come Back the fuck up, ayy, ayy That's the way it go I'ma hit this cunt, you hit that cut Betta know which way to go Got some information that you bitch niggas would hate to know Niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the O Drop a bag on ya head, my shootas get paid to blow Fuck around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O Let off 23 then 7 more, that's how I come for bro T. Roy ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it though They got so many dead niggas, bitch I don't know who to smoke I 'on't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil Boo to go I can see him through the smoke Ayy, ayy, caught his ass comin' out yo crib, shot him through the door Tweakin' off the mids, I think Lil Steve comin' through the floor He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status He on the internet laughin', cappin', then got caught without it Fuck yo homie dead, you heard what I said Fuck Sheroid, fuck Odee, fuck D-Thang, and fuck Tire Head You niggas hoes to me, you couldn't even get close to me I keep my heater, it's right by my side So watch how you walk when approachin' me Ayy, baldy got smoked by a tree Run up on him with the stick and smoked him like a leaf Now they chalkin' up the street For walkin' up the street, please stop talkin' up the beef J Money got it the worst of me, that's how it's supposed to be There's a lot of niggas that I'm not even Gon' mention but they where they supposed to be Uh, niggas be thinkin' they killers, uh, you look like a ghost to me Boy I been smokin' your homie, this shit chokin' me Mentioning Scrapp ain't gon' get you shit but a brand new grave We do it for Scrapp, we done fucked around and made 600 change blocks I'm fresh of a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same Glock You know what it is, we comin' for more, might shoot up the same block These niggas mentionin' Tooka, I'll fuck around, send you to meet him I don't got my Glock, when I see an 'opp, on bro I'ma beat 'em I'm smokin' Lil Steve can't breath, I'm thinkin' it's over I wish I was right there when Lil Boo Got slumped, I would've ran his shit over (Hold on, hold on, hold on, who is Steve on?) Pass him to me, we just add him to the family tree Smacked his ass with the back of the heat Stello got hit from the back of the seat (Damn, the back of the seat?) He tried to get up from the back of the seat They left his head in the back of the seat Murder? Who you murdered? Talkin' about you flippin' shit, what? A burger? Boy you nervous, you ain't never shot no one in person You niggas bitches, where y'all purses? Man you niggas went and dyed y'all hair on purpose But was it worth it? How that's workin'? Man I wouldn't be surprised if they start twerkin' Told 'em stay in tune, bitch I'm workin' Please don't think shit chicken, this ain't Church, nuh Tired of puttin' niggas in these hearses I should get a million for these verses On foenem grave You already know how this shit go Got my blick on me, got my stick on me Back the fuck up All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas Memo, stop wearin' that fake ass shit out your daddy van Bitch!

Ayy, Ewell I don't want no autotune (Ayy, you know, lately) Fuck all that shit (Sauce) (We've been on a whole lotta gang shit, you know, never lane switch) So this how I'm coming, yeah, aah (Gang-gang since potty train, all that shit, nigga) Oh, this how you coming, too? (Nah, for real) (Lil-Lil-Lil-Lil Riico Got The Sauce) This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (Ooh) Bussin' off the mid (Ooh) Foe 'nem off the Xans (Bitch) I can't shake yo' hand (Huh), no, I'm not yo' friend (Huh) I don't fuck with rappers (Unh-uh), no, I'm not a fan, damn (Huh) Niggas really shootin' on accident (Ooh) I can't make this shit up (I can't), I cannot pretend (Nah), damn (For real) And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (Pussy, hahahaha) You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (Pussy, aah) 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (Slide, slide) Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (Grrah, daah, dah) Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (Bah, bah, bah) Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (Aah, bitch) You don't wanna hear that frrt, then shh (Frrt, 'rrah) 'Fore I sneak up on you with that pew-pew-pew, uh (Ooh) Ridin' with that wish-a-nigga-would (Huh, skrrt) This right here'll turn a nigga name into a hood, huh Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school (Bitch) Look, been tried to fuck you, bitch, you past due (Bitch) You remember you was dissin' in the classroom, huh, huh (Bitch) Now you tryna top me in the bathroom, huh You weren't out here with the gang, bitch, ya lied (Aah) You weren't duckin' from the 12, totin' the iron (Aah, bitch) I can't trust you, bitch, if you not one of mines (Nah, nah, nah) We don't need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine, hah (Money) This a real nigga party, you cannot get in Bussin' off the mid, foe 'nem off the Xans I can't shake yo' hand, no, I'm not yo' friend I don't fuck with rappers, no, I'm not a fan, damn Niggas really shootin' on accident I can't make this shit up (Nah), I cannot pretend (Damn), damn (Damn) And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (For real?) You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (Pussy) 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (Slide) Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (Grrah, daah, daah) (Ayy, ayy, let me tell y'all a lil' somethin' about me) Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (Bah, bah, bah) (I'ma talk my shit real quick) Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (Aah) They be like, "Duck, why you don't got a major feature?" Because I don't like rappers, and I don't want to greet 'em Fuck around rob them first time I meet them Same place you catch them, same place you leave them (Huh) Pussy-ass niggas not allowed in the zoo (Aah) Fuck wrong with you? Who you talkin' to? Huh Pussy-ass niggas actin' like they're bulletproof (For real?) 'Til you get your fuckin' top dropped like it's a coupe Never left the gang (Nah), bitch, I never will (No) He gets in the jam (Oh), fuck around, squeal (Woah) Talmbout, "I am" (No), now he think he Will (Woah) Bitch, that type of shit'll get yo' stupid-ass killed, bitch This a real nigga party, you cannot get in Bussin' off the mid, foe 'nem off the Xans I can't shake a yo' hand, no, I'm not a yo' friend I don't fuck with rappers, no, I'm not a fan, damn Niggas really shootin' on accident (For real) I can't make this shit up (Nah), I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (For real?) You aren't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (Pussy) 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (Slide, slide) Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (Grrah, dah, dah) Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (Bah, bah, bah) Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (Aah, bitch)

Mm, mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm (Chew Chew) Hey Yash, lemme hit that weed bruh I see (Get gone) If we ever said it's up that bitch, I swear to God we mean it (Blah) We already in Hell, bitch, since twelve we've been demons (Bitch) Ever since I signed the deal, all these bitches on my penis (Mhm) Boy, you ain't gon' squeeze it, you around for no reason, huh Boy, what block you from? Let us know so we can spin it (Spin it) Made "Chicago Legends," shit, that was just about business (Business) Said I wasn't gon' diss the dead and okay, I did it (I did it) But nigga, fuck T-Roy and Odee (Fuck 'em), them dead bitches (Bitches) Y'all heard about J-Money? (Yeah) Niggas gettin' dead the same way Bitch, don't play with gang You don't wan' lil bro in your gang way I know you heard about Lil Boo (Yeah) They left his shit by a tire Bullets was hittin' him, he was singin' like Mariah (Yeah) Yeah, you heard about Sheroid? (Huh, huh) I know that hurt the heart (Goddamn) He probably walkin', listenin' to his iPod (Goddamn) Yeah, you heard about Lil Steve? (Hm-hm) Yeah, I heard about that too But fuck him though, he a pack too (Bitch) If we ever said it's up that bitch, I swear to God we mean it (Blah) We already in Hell, bitch, since twelve we've been demons (Bitch) Ever since I signed the deal, all these bitches on my penis (Mhm) Boy, you ain't gon' squeeze it, you around for no reason, huh Boy, what block you from? Let us know so we can spin it (Spin it) Made "Chicago Legends," shit, that was just about business (Business) Said I wasn't gon' diss the dead and okay, I did it (I did it) But nigga, fuck T-Roy and Odee (Fuck 'em), them dead bitches (Bitches) Nah, for real, fuck them niggas, all my opps are bitches (Bitches) Heard he mentioned Brick name, uh-huh, no, he didn't While bro was sellin' rocks and blows, you were somewhere swimmin' When Baldy got his ass killed, they ain't stand no business (Fuck 'em) I go to D-Thang grave and take a piss on that shit (For real) If Keta was alive, I'd make that pig suck my dick (Huh) If I gotta pull a mission, swear to God I won't fail But I can't let them see my face 'cause they might tell If we ever said it's up that bitch, I swear to God we mean it (Blah) We already in Hell, bitch, since twelve we've been demons (Bitch) Ever since I signed the deal, all these bitches on my penis (Mhm) Boy, you ain't gon' squeeze it, you around for no reason, huh Boy, what block you from? Let us know so we can spin it (Spin it) Made "Chicago Legends," shit, that was just about business (Business) Said I wasn't gon' diss the dead and okay, I did it (I did it) But nigga, fuck T-Roy and Odee (Fuck 'em), them dead bitches (Bitches)

(Plug) Yuh I'm in space (yuh) Keep a Glock tucked no trace Yuh I pull up with the gang This is pink tape Don't be disappointed just wait I got a bitch give me face Pull up in a brand new wrath mmm Yuh I'm in space mm yuh Yuh I'm in space

Got some drugs are my best friend I just want to fuck my best friend Diamonds, tennis chain neck yeah I just hit him from the back college basketball Me and Trippie Redd we've been playing basketball I've been playing fall guys with my Glock tucked Shari pull up to my crib with her nuts up I just made $100 million in my pocket Your whole take off like a rocket Gang gang gang gang Glock loud boom My gosh, it loud My Glock shoot loud My house go out My auntie go stupid I've been going stupid You are feeling stupid Gang The ice cold chain is calling Mai Pham Danny phantom possible to my house with the tennis chain I just went and give my own mom some brain Boom I got Choppas I'm rocking Balenciagas Every song I make is a head Pull up and I fuck on your bitch Ice, ice ice on my wrist Johnny dang want a kiss Soulja Boy is my phone on the weekend He said he wants to crank it gang yeah I've been with my blood gang Gang This isn't a game Fuck boy, gang gang