"New Means" lyrics

(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo- yeah) Ah, ah
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What?

And I got 'bout five hoes on my dick, I'm tellin' you right now (What?)
And I got like thirty rounds in my blick, I'm tellin' you right now (Say what?)
Bad bitch, yeah, she thick, on God, I'm takin' this shit down (Let's go)
Bad bitch, yeah, she thick, on God, I'm takin' this shit down (Down)

Baby, I love you (Love you), I know you love me too (What?)
Just like the damn Tonics, I'm havin' a whole lot of blue (Whole lot of blue)
I ain't even singin' Blues, but I'm havin' a whole lot of blue (Say what?)
I don't even wanna shoot at these niggas, I call the YungBrew (Brew)
I got me, I ain't lovin' on these hoes (What?)
I got lean, I been sippin' on these fours (Lean)
I just got some bands and I spent it on a coat (Yo)
I just fucked her friend, then I gave her to the bros (Woo)
I'm right here right now, shawty, your ass gettin' aimed, bitch (Your ass gettin' aimed, bitch)
I'm YSL, I'm slime, these niggas ain't gang, bitch (Slatt)
I ain't tryna hear that sad shit, none of that pain shit (What?)
I'm tryna get me a Lambo', I'm tryna lane switch (Woo)
Yeah, I'm so slime (I'm so slimy), I'm so slime (Slatt, slatt)
Yeah, I'm so slime (I'm so slimy), I'm so slime (What?)
I'm so slime, they know I'm slime (They know I'm slime)
I'm a bad bitch, shawty ass know I'm fine (Know I'm fine)
You not slime, bitch, you is not my kind (You is not my kind)
Got a dime bitch (Haha, niggas crazy, what? Woo), she wanna wine and dine (I'm with yo- yeah)
Hell no, bitch, I'm fine (I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man, woo)

And I got 'bout five hoes on my dick, I'm tellin' you right now (What? What? What?)
And I got like thirty rounds in my blick, I'm tellin' you right now (Say what?)
Bad bitch, yeah, she thick, on God, I'm takin' this shit down (Let's go)
Bad bitch, yeah, she thick, on God, I'm takin' this shit down (Down)

They want that old Nine, want that Studio Addict (Want that Studio Addict)
Bitch, I'm evolvin', hell nah, I can't go back (I can't go back)
Put a bitch on all fours, I'm finna break her back (What? What?)
Thot bitch wearin' my clothes, I don't give a fuck 'bout that (Fuck 'bout nothin')
Cough syrup, ain't no cold, nigga, I been sippin' on racks (Eugh, eugh)
Even if I'm in L.A., shawty, I still won't lack (Hold up, hold up)
I told my opp, "Your music ain't on" (Your music ain't on shit)
I told my opp, "Your music ain't on" (Yeah, give a fuck 'bout nothin', yeah)
I told my opp, "Your music ain't on" (Your music ain't on)
I told my opp, "Your music ain't on" (Your music ain't on)

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