Ever wonder what it feels like to upgrade every aspect of your life? Calboy and King Von paint a vivid picture of leveling up, from brand new kicks to fresh artillery. This anthem celebrates the hustle and grind, flaunting newfound wealth and power while keeping one eye on potential threats. The duo's loyalty to their crew is unwavering—anyone who steps out of line gets swiftly "deleted." Amidst all this bravado, there's a cheeky nod to divine intervention as they humorously acknowledge overcrowding in the afterlife due to their actions. It's a high-octane ride through the streets where every move is calculated, and every win is savored with a side of swagger.
Brand New
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Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Put him in a grave in a brand new spot, uh
Yeah, gang
T up, T up
I rock the show and then we up (we up)
Trappin' all month, gotta re-up (re-up)
Tweak with the gang get beat up
Lil' shawty FN, wanna meet up
But I only fuck with lil' Nina
You know I'm stuck with lil' Nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up (my feet up)
Niggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz (ayy)
Niggas be fried like B-Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug (we bug)
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
Not with the net, pussy boy we can link up (ayy, ayy)
You can get popped, you can get dropped
Brand new trap with some new Reebok's
And some brand new pots, and some band new rocks
Brand new custos, grand 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
Got some brand new drip, nigga don't slip
New FN with a brand new clip
And I ain't never know, finna sit on my hip
Gotta keep this bitch close in a brand new whip
I just got a brand new grip, mm-hmm
You know we turnt to the VIP, mm-hmm
Watch what you say to me
You can get hit in your lip, mm-hmm (you can get hit in your lip)
My niggas play for keeps
You running shit and get tripped, mm-hmm (you running shit and get tripped)
We make 'em dip like a chip
We let it blow from the rip, mm-hmm (blow from the rip)
T up, T up
I rock the show and then we up (we up)
Trappin' all month, gotta re-up (re-up)
Tweak with the gang get beat up
Lil' shawty FN, wanna meet up
But I only fuck with lil' Nina
You know I'm stuck with lil' Nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up (my feet up)
Niggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz (ayy)
Niggas be fried like B-Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug (we bug)
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
Not with the net, pussy boy we can link up (ayy, ayy)
I just got a call from up top, yeah
God asked 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 (Von)
Brand new hundreds, got brand new strips
Brand new car got a brand new dips
See I brought my gun to the kickback
Nigga don't move let me get that
Gun got dirty had to switch that
Case split a nigga like a Kit-Kat
Poppin' these pills like Tic-Tacs
Hit 'em in the stomach, that's a six pack
A lot of my niggas smoke Tooka
But some of my niggas still smoke Scrapp (Scrapp)
T up, T up
I rock the show and then we up (we up)
Trappin' all month, gotta re-up (re-up)
Tweak with the gang get beat up
Lil' shawty FN, wanna meet up
But I only fuck with lil' Nina
You know I'm stuck with lil' Nina
You movin' funny and she bug
I got some money and now we up
I'm actin' petty, my feet up (my feet up)
Niggas want war but can't beat us
We gon' pull up and delete cuz (ayy)
Niggas be fried like B-Dubs
You shouldn't tweak with the tweakers 'cause we bug (we bug)
Tryna get high so I'm pourin' the lean up
Not with the net, pussy boy we can link up (ayy, ayy)
Writer(s): Calvin Woods, Dayvon Bennett, Marques Hutchison
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
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