"Newport 500s" lyrics
Skubop, listen
Talk
(I got Traxx on this bitch, I don't know how to act)
Ain't gon' never see my daddy again, don't know how to act
My mama still alive, still'll never get my mama back, hmm
Would be fucked up if I was still hooked on cognac, huh
Put the Henny down, huh, pick the 'ñejo up, hmm
Stay dangerous, I ain't never safe for nothin', huh
No snakin', I can't set a play for nothin', huh
No fakin', that ain't the way I'm set up
Naw, that ain't the way I'm built, tell your bitch to pick her neck up, huh
Hold up, listen, huh
Pay a nigga top dollar to come and check us, huh
Big dog, don't disrespect me with no "next up"
Bet I got every type of mop to clean the mess up
Fuck, hmm, hold up, huh
All my brothers know I got 'em and I mean that (Ah, ooh)
All my brothers say they love me and they mean that
Silverbacks pressin' everybody for them greenbacks, fuck
Hmm
Hmm, hmm, huh
I got pain in my face every time I smile, huh
Ain't no lame in my way, he'll get knocked down
I'm quick to tell a bad bitch, "Not now"
I'm quick to up whenever my niggas pop out
Rock out with your Glock out, cock it back and then go block out
Blaow-taow, watch out now with the lil' one, nana-baow, ah
Look, we'll throw a party, turn your funeral to a powwow
I look like King Arthur how I make your BM bow down (Fuck)
Huh, when we have sex, I turn her apartment to the loud house
Listen, uh
She say her auntie not no junkie, she just be here all the time
I say, "Trust me, if you love me, you gon' miss me with the lies"
Ain't nobody in here chillin', just kickin' it for the vibe
Better buy some crack, huh, other than that, you need to slide
Hold up, huh, this how we survive
Huh, I ain't got to, but I want to, I'm more comfy totin' a 9
Huh, I'm a regular in the hood, me and my niggas can't divide
Tell me when I ain't outside, like ten times out of five (Hmm)
Okay, so what love got to do with it?
Huh, you bein' a ho nigga, go and wear it if the shoe fit, huh
How you goin' against the nigga who got the crew lit?
Huh, toothpick how I'm in her teeth, get your boo flipped
As soon as you think that lil' bitch you fuckin' exclusive, huh
Zoom in, I'm COD in real life off a new skin
Like who is the nigga with his loadout zoomin' through wins?
I see the storm bomin', I'm gon' move before I lose it, fuck
Huh, it's a warzone
Every time I bome back to my bity, it's a morgue on
Bad bitches want me on they titties, check the hormones
Huh, every time a nigga in his feelings, it's 'cause his whore gone, fuck
Huh, I can't lie to humans
Got a brand-new pistol with aim assist when I try to use it
Huh, I can do anything that I see in the Constitution
My contribution better than niggas who out here block pollutin'
Got the coochie, she peep my intellect like a college student
Cause a racist collectin' paper, I think he Jon Gruden
Callin' plays for niggas able to get the job done
Huh, I am one of them ones, but I'm not one of them
Weird niggas make me sick
I be actin' like Casada, that's the shit that made me rich
Huh, huh, huh, can't no nigga make me quit
Won't walk out in the middle of the game like AB, I'm not no bitch
Hmm, I'ma keep my jersey on, huh
Mind my business and stand on top of business with a thirty on
Rackin' up on an off-day with the work phone
Pack it up, know I stacked it up once the work gone
Southern bitch, hmm, hold up
Southern bitch in a sundress, booty earth tone
She was tryna tell the Skuba man she was church-goin'
Maybach curtains closed and I'm gettin' twerked on
Maybach curtains closed, now I'm gettin' twerked on, huh
To Donnie McClurkin, this ain't no twerk song, huh
Told her play Perc' Franklin 'cause my shirt froze, huh
I kill niggas, huh, and I hurt hoes, huh
Bitch big-boned, huh
I'ma let her eat the stick until the clip gone, huh
Put a muzzle on the blick, make 'em tiptoe, huh
Boombox Pretty Ricky, make his sister hit road
Pierced nipple, titty showin', hmm
I don't understand
Huh, uh, why you took that chance
You know I'm gon' react
Squad on your ass
Huh, I got these bands
So you know how this gon' end
When I won't relax
Can't get no, get no
Huh, out there doin' my dance
I wake up, ho undoing my pants
You know I need my racks
And I want more, and I need more
And I need more
But that's just how I live
Huh, I can't call a nigga my friend (No, ma'am)
I was never no ham (Goddamn)
Huh, I just been me
Huh, quick as hell to make a bitch leave (Woah)
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
Talk
(I got Traxx on this bitch, I don't know how to act)
Ain't gon' never see my daddy again, don't know how to act
My mama still alive, still'll never get my mama back, hmm
Would be fucked up if I was still hooked on cognac, huh
Put the Henny down, huh, pick the 'ñejo up, hmm
Stay dangerous, I ain't never safe for nothin', huh
No snakin', I can't set a play for nothin', huh
No fakin', that ain't the way I'm set up
Naw, that ain't the way I'm built, tell your bitch to pick her neck up, huh
Hold up, listen, huh
Pay a nigga top dollar to come and check us, huh
Big dog, don't disrespect me with no "next up"
Bet I got every type of mop to clean the mess up
Fuck, hmm, hold up, huh
All my brothers know I got 'em and I mean that (Ah, ooh)
All my brothers say they love me and they mean that
Silverbacks pressin' everybody for them greenbacks, fuck
Hmm
Hmm, hmm, huh
I got pain in my face every time I smile, huh
Ain't no lame in my way, he'll get knocked down
I'm quick to tell a bad bitch, "Not now"
I'm quick to up whenever my niggas pop out
Rock out with your Glock out, cock it back and then go block out
Blaow-taow, watch out now with the lil' one, nana-baow, ah
Look, we'll throw a party, turn your funeral to a powwow
I look like King Arthur how I make your BM bow down (Fuck)
Huh, when we have sex, I turn her apartment to the loud house
Listen, uh
She say her auntie not no junkie, she just be here all the time
I say, "Trust me, if you love me, you gon' miss me with the lies"
Ain't nobody in here chillin', just kickin' it for the vibe
Better buy some crack, huh, other than that, you need to slide
Hold up, huh, this how we survive
Huh, I ain't got to, but I want to, I'm more comfy totin' a 9
Huh, I'm a regular in the hood, me and my niggas can't divide
Tell me when I ain't outside, like ten times out of five (Hmm)
Okay, so what love got to do with it?
Huh, you bein' a ho nigga, go and wear it if the shoe fit, huh
How you goin' against the nigga who got the crew lit?
Huh, toothpick how I'm in her teeth, get your boo flipped
As soon as you think that lil' bitch you fuckin' exclusive, huh
Zoom in, I'm COD in real life off a new skin
Like who is the nigga with his loadout zoomin' through wins?
I see the storm bomin', I'm gon' move before I lose it, fuck
Huh, it's a warzone
Every time I bome back to my bity, it's a morgue on
Bad bitches want me on they titties, check the hormones
Huh, every time a nigga in his feelings, it's 'cause his whore gone, fuck
Huh, I can't lie to humans
Got a brand-new pistol with aim assist when I try to use it
Huh, I can do anything that I see in the Constitution
My contribution better than niggas who out here block pollutin'
Got the coochie, she peep my intellect like a college student
Cause a racist collectin' paper, I think he Jon Gruden
Callin' plays for niggas able to get the job done
Huh, I am one of them ones, but I'm not one of them
Weird niggas make me sick
I be actin' like Casada, that's the shit that made me rich
Huh, huh, huh, can't no nigga make me quit
Won't walk out in the middle of the game like AB, I'm not no bitch
Hmm, I'ma keep my jersey on, huh
Mind my business and stand on top of business with a thirty on
Rackin' up on an off-day with the work phone
Pack it up, know I stacked it up once the work gone
Southern bitch, hmm, hold up
Southern bitch in a sundress, booty earth tone
She was tryna tell the Skuba man she was church-goin'
Maybach curtains closed and I'm gettin' twerked on
Maybach curtains closed, now I'm gettin' twerked on, huh
To Donnie McClurkin, this ain't no twerk song, huh
Told her play Perc' Franklin 'cause my shirt froze, huh
I kill niggas, huh, and I hurt hoes, huh
Bitch big-boned, huh
I'ma let her eat the stick until the clip gone, huh
Put a muzzle on the blick, make 'em tiptoe, huh
Boombox Pretty Ricky, make his sister hit road
Pierced nipple, titty showin', hmm
I don't understand
Huh, uh, why you took that chance
You know I'm gon' react
Squad on your ass
Huh, I got these bands
So you know how this gon' end
When I won't relax
Can't get no, get no
Huh, out there doin' my dance
I wake up, ho undoing my pants
You know I need my racks
And I want more, and I need more
And I need more
But that's just how I live
Huh, I can't call a nigga my friend (No, ma'am)
I was never no ham (Goddamn)
Huh, I just been me
Huh, quick as hell to make a bitch leave (Woah)
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
What's love? (Got to do with it? Got to do with it?)
What's love?
