[Intro]
You know these big mouth n***as don't know how to act. I got my West Coast connection. These dead in the street industry mothaf**as talking 'bout "We can't eat," talking 'bout "we brand new guys," y'all n***as s** a dick!
[Verse 1]
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 band wagon, your b**h gagging, she jet lagging
All my cuz n***as, what's cracking? All my blood n***as, what's popping?
I ain't set tripping, I just happen to know who click clacking, you mismatching
f** swag and you been jacking, f** fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my b**h drive it and my friends crash it
n***as threat with the chit chatting, see a n***a don't sh** happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin
(s** my f**in' dick, b**h)
[Hook]
Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new b**h, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
345 be the big toy, now which n***a want it with the fat boy?
Clipped up like I'm paranoid, high as hell n***a, Fitzroy
Pull it off through the city like "errt"
Seen that ho n***a like "errrr," hopped up on a n***a like murk
Put that p**y n***a 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 n***a, 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 J's
Pop me a pill and throw that p**y a rave
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade
Brand new n***a with the brand new venue
Sold that b**h out shoulda made that ho bigger
k**ing careers make these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they a** in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this n***a
Equipped with a gat and the dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your b**h in my house
Twisting up weed, I'm digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that sh** you be talking about
While you gone? sh**, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin'
You over there lovin'
That b**h be my stuffing, like... like we really be f**ing
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] (ASAP Rocky)
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This mothaf**a hold 15, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost
b**h, 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 f**ed up, boy, f** you think I rap for?)
(Crack game f**ed up, boy, f** 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 n***a, no catwalk)
Big burner in your big mouth (p**y n***as s** lead off)
I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he Smirnoff
(40 ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross)
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross (Mismatching, no jigsaw)
No horseplay when we quick draw (p**y n***a get a tit job)
Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up, Q!