Brand New - Black Hippy

I’m camo down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathing Ape

It’s animals in my projects like monkeys, orangutans

Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang

(Let Chiquita speak) Bet it keep the peace that Lil B, brrangadang

I don’t care if you blue or you red flagging, hair swinging, my pants sagging

Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gagging, she jet lagging

All my cuz niggas, what’s cracking?

All my blood niggas, what’s popping?

I ain’t set tripping, I just happen to know who click-clacking, you mismatching

Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion

Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it and my friends crash it

Niggas threat with the chit-chatting, see a nigga don’t shit happen

I’m finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin

(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch!)

Brand new clip, brand new nine

Brand new bitch, brand new ride

Brand new weed, brand new high

Brand new me, meet the brand new guys

Brand new clip, brand new nine

Brand new bitch, brand new ride

Brand new weed, brand new high

Brand new me, meet the brand new guys

345 be the big toy, now which nigga want it with the fat boy?

Clipped-up like I’m paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy

Pull it off through the city like «errt»

Seen that ho nigga like «errrr,» hopped up on a nigga like murk

Put that pussy nigga in a purse

You wouldn’t be the first, cover him with dirt

Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth

Napped up nigga, I been down since birth

Backpack full of random work

With two bad hoes, I’ll teach you how to jerk

Teach you how to jerk, swaggin' in my Js

Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave

My prerogative ways

Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade

Brand new nigga with the brand new venue

Sold that bitch out shoulda made that ho bigger

Killing careers make these cupcakes remember

My objective is to serve your agenda

Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender

Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga

Equipped with a gat and the dick in your mouth

Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house

Twisting up weed, I’m digging her out

Just filling her out

Do all that shit you be talking about

While you gone?

Shit, Netflix on your couch

What this popcorn about?

Microwave oven while you out there cuffin'

You over there lovin'

That bitch be my stuffing, like… like we really be fucking

Brand new clip, brand new nine

Brand new bitch, brand new ride

Brand new weed, brand new high

Brand new me, meet the brand new guys

Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers

Brand new socks to the brand new Glock

This mothafucka hold 15, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost

Bitch, I’m a boss, pulled up clean, don’t you hear the exhaust

Got my tie on, gripping on my iron, who I’m 'bout to fire on?

Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I rap for?

Crack game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I trap for?

Riding 'round with that mask on, like a Mac attack when that strap on

Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off

Blue pit in my back yard Red nose my bad broad

Titan full of that hydro Pretty nigga, no catwalk

Big burner in your big mouth Pussy niggas suck lead off

I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he smeared off

40 ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross

Got it jumping like Kriss Kross Mismatching, no jigsaw

No horseplay when we quick draw Pussy nigga get a tit job

Hands up, stick your mans up, your time’s up, the new brand’s up, Q!