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Calboy - Brand New Ft King Von Lyrics

Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Put him in a grave in a brand new spot, uh
Yeah, gang
T'd up, T'd up
I rock the show and then we up
Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up
Tweak with the gang, get beat up
Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up
But I only fuck with the Nina
You know I'm stuck with a nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up
Niggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz
Niggas be fried like B Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
I'm not with the net, pussy boy we can link up

You can get popped, you can get dropped
Brand new trap with some new Reeboks
Got some brand new pots, got some band new rocks
Brand new customs, brand new guap
Made some brand new bands for a brand new watch
And I heard niggas mad, got some brand new opps
So I spent a couple bands, got some brand new Glocks
We gon' pull up on his ass with some brand new shots
We gon' shoot him in the head, we gon' leave a nigga dead
We gon' put him in a gave in a brand new spot
I remember them days when a nigga wasn't paid
Now I spend 2K on some brand new socks
I got some brand new drip, nigga don't slip
New FN with a brand new clip
And I ain't ever lower it, it finna sit on my hip
Gotta keep this bitch close in a brand new whip
I just got a brand new grip, mmhm
You know we turnt to the VIP, mmm
Watch what you say to me, ayy
You can get hit in your lip, mmm
My niggas play for keeps, ayy
You run and shit get tripped, mmm
We make 'em dip like a chip
We let it blow from the rip, mmm

T'd up, T'd up
I rock the show and then we up
Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up
Tweak with the gang, get beat up
Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up
But I only fuck with the Nina
You know I'm stuck with a nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up
Niggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz
Niggas be fried like B Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
I'm not with the net, pussy boy we can link up

I just got a call from up top, yeah
God askin' can the killin' please stop, yeah
He said it's gettin' crowded with the opps, yeah
I told him, "I'm sorry, that's my bad"
I just got me a big bag
Your boyfriend broke, we different
This choppa got a kickback
Wooski got his shit splat, gang
Brand new Glock, brand new K
New Hellcat, 100K, we can race
And I don't give a fuck what the judge have to say
Told him suck my dick when I beat my case
Got some brand new drip, brand new clips
Brand new hoes got brand new tits
Brand new hundreds, got brand new strips
Brand new car got a brand new [?]
See, I brought my gun to the kickback
Nigga, don't move, let me get that
Gun got dirty, had to switch that
K split a nigga like a Kit-Kat
Poppin' these pills like a Tic-Tac
Hit him in the stomach, that's a six pack
A lot of my niggas smoke Tooka
But some of my niggas still smoke Scrapp

T'd up, T'd up
I rock the show and then we up
Trap in the mornin', gotta re-up
Tweak with the gang, get beat up
Lil' shawty a fan, wanna meet up
But I only fuck with the Nina
You know I'm stuck with a nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up
Niggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz
Niggas be fried like B Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
I'm not with the net, pussy boy we can link up