SOMETHING NEW - Ade, Lil Baby

Yeah, yeah

It’s like 4:30 in the morning

Nigga just got back from St. Yves and shit

Fucking with this nigga Chaz, yeah

Why don’t you tell me what’s good?

Yeah, I got shit to lose

I got shit confused, got shit to lose, yeah

Tell me something new

Bitches still on moves

Niggas still is snakes

But I got shit to lose

Money on the way

Making business moves

Let the niggas play

And get put in the news

See, how fuck niggas do

First they infiltrate, try split the crew

Got real nigga traits, we too hip to lose

I took interstates for job interviews

Ocean drive, yeah that Rolls rented

Tell me, what’s the difference when your hoes in it?

Niggas telling stories, they got hoes ended

Only telling stories for my co-defendants

Niggas in here who got no business

Niggas snitching, getting no sentence

Lord forgive us, know we both sinners

Forties niggas, I got no fitness, I’m Gucci

Don’t get shit confused

I cut niggas off

I’m like breaking news

There’s no breaking out

Without breaking rules

That’s a different round

My way up in to prove, yeah

Made my own lane, put my old ways in my rear view

Put some niggas in their place saying their position here too (Yeah)

I’m real MD nigga by now, you gots to know (You gotta know)

Can’t just hotboxing in the Cherokee, we down Road (Whoo!)

Most you niggas not official (Nah)

Got stripes, not a whistle (Whistle)

Some blows probably pistols

City small it’s not a issue

If you beefing in the streets, probably get you

Or police’ll probably get you (Facts)

You’re better off at the beach

Tell me something new

Bitches still on moves

Niggas still is snakes

But I got shit to lose

Money on the way

Making business moves

Let the niggas play

And get put in the news

Baby, I got 'em stealing swag

And they scared to admit it but I ain’t tripping

I been handling business

Feel like Young Thug, I’m running them digits

Drip down, got Chanel on my misses

Triples S’s, rock them big ol' Balenc’s

Get the bag in, flip it and flip it

New Maybach, a coupe quarter ticket

Sipping on syrup (Syrup)

I admit it, I’m addicted, I said it, I quit it

I tried but I lied (Lied)

Ghost beam like an ambulance

I just sit in the back and recline ('Cline)

I rock two flooded watches every day, you can say I’m ahead of my time (Time)

People say you got a other kind

Told her fuck it just send it, you know that we buyin'

Tell me something new

Bitches still on moves

Niggas still is snakes

But I got shit to lose

Money on the way

Making business moves

Let them niggas play

And get put in the news

Pull out the coupe (Skrr)

Came off the bus (Yeah)

Didn’t have the juice (Juice)

Never canme out the cup (Cup)

Got too much to lose (Too much)

Ain’t got too much to trust (Trust)

Ain’t too much you could do (Nope)

Nigga there’s too much us (Bang)

Pipe down (Pipe down)

City us right now (Right now)

All my hoes went to Blake (Blake)

Silver Spring my town (My town)

Used to bag 'em up at Blair

Montgomery College, I was there

Dropped out after one semester

Grades were messed up, made myself the areas heir, yeah

When you got it, got it going, get it

You could ask 'bout me, niggas know I did it

I got niggas stealing swag, I won’t admit it

But I’m in my bag and I’m ignoring feelings right now

'Cause in the pad the window’s floor to ceiling right now (Right now)

Right now (Right now)