Unique Asun, Nicholas Craven - New Sheriff Lyrics

'Ay yo City lights is flashing, rock selling niqqas tryna cash in
Dreams about getting rob got me sleeping with a ratchet
Keep looking at me wrong my mens gon' turn you into ashes
No capping at this gun clapping my men's immaculate
Street slang passionate, ya' niqqas know what's happening
I'm the perfect mix between a gangsta' and a bachelor
Fuck you and yo' stupid ass crew, niqqas ain't matching us
You soft rappers looking like Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge
Bunch of R&B dudes, fuck outta here with yo' faggot ass
You cum eaters looking for dick, hungry for mayonnaise
While you eating asses all night I'm tryna rationalize
Fuck the American Dream, that shit's just a National lie
Fuck Trump, fuck Joe, fuck Red, fuck Blue
Sleeping ass niqqas I can tell you like to touch snooze
But the problem is during sleep you can get touched too
It ain't Halloween yet, but you bet we wearing costumes
First time I heard The Butcher spitting I had tears coming down my eyes
I felt moved by his passion for winning, shit got me traumatized
I understood in order to step up it takes a lot of nerve
Living in the underground world, it takes a lot of courage
So I made this plan with my plug and then I started serving
Now I can relate to them fiends, trap phone is dopamine
A rush straight to my brain when that stupid phone starts ringing
When I'm in the skreets I 'on't smile, I 'on't talk to strangers
Police in my rear, cut the beat and drive under the limit
Look 'em in the eye then head shake 'em, keep a cool image
If it's female cops give them the salute like a Lieutenant
Never get inside a trap house If I 'on't know who's in it
To them rats who wanna hustle me, tryna fuck with who bidness?
Careful or end up in a casket, ain't talking New Era
Real city 5-1-4 Monster, I'm the new terror
Just like in a vintage cowboy movie I'm the New Sheriff

'Ay yo City lights is flashing, rock selling niqqas tryna cash in
Dreams about getting rob got me sleeping with a ratchet
Keep looking at me wrong my mens gon' turn you into ashes
No capping at this gun clapping my men's immaculate
Street slang passionate, ya' niqqas know what's happening
I'm the perfect mix between a gangsta' and a bachelor
Fuck you and yo' stupid ass crew, niqqas ain't matching us
You soft rappers looking like Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge
Bunch of R&B dudes, fuck outta here with yo' faggot ass
You cum eaters looking for dick, hungry for mayonnaise
While you eating asses all night I'm tryna rationalize
Fuck the American Dream, that shit's just a National lie
Fuck Trump, fuck Joe, fuck Red, fuck Blue
Sleeping ass niqqas I can tell you like to touch snooze
But the problem is during sleep you can get touched too
It ain't Halloween yet, but you bet we wearing costumes
First time I heard The Butcher spitting I had tears coming down my eyes
I felt moved by his passion for winning, shit got me traumatized
I understood in order to step up it takes a lot of nerve
Living in the underground world, it takes a lot of courage
So I made this plan with my plug and then I started serving
Now I can relate to them fiends, trap phone is dopamine
A rush straight to my brain when that stupid phone starts ringing
When I'm in the skreets I 'on't smile, I 'on't talk to strangers
Police in my rear, cut the beat and drive under the limit
Look 'em in the eye then head shake 'em, keep a cool image
If it's female cops give them the salute like a Lieutenant
Never get inside a trap house If I 'on't know who's in it
To them rats who wanna hustle me, tryna fuck with who bidness?
Careful or end up in a casket, ain't talking New Era
Real city 5-1-4 Monster, I'm the new terror
Just like in a vintage cowboy movie I'm the New Sheriff