Wug - New Strain Lyrics

New apartment top floor just to peep the scene
Bad bitch roll the wood face made by maybelline
Youngin' bout his hustle he even serve the family feins
Love the way she cook them eggs & stash that work up in her jeans
Turn a mission to missionary she say I'm in her spleen
Get lost in the trap when it's all about the green
Mind the business that pays your rent how I blend the scene
If you got the clientele you know I got what you need
She kick you to the side if you bout them petty games
You know them real niggas bout they money we not the same
I'm in ya life baby excuse that lame
Huh eww she don't do no lames
How you doing baby
How today treat you
You looking good
Roll that weed for us
Thank you huh
I just grew a new strain
Guaranteed too fry ya brain
She just want to smoke my weed
& I just want to run these streets huh