"New Year New Problems" lyrics
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Ah, tss, ah-ah, mm
Tss, tss, uh
Ah, mm, mm, mm
I guess they thought it was over (How come?)
The Maybach came with a chauffer (Alright, then)
Kept it goin' like a hoverboard, guess some bitches thought I lost the charge (Okay)
Young and rich, it's hard to maintain a label when you still an artist, uh
Me and Bagg had a disagreement, man, this shit back larger and larger
Nigga, I can never half talk about you
Nigga, you've helped out my whole family (I love you)
You pussies doin' all that talkin', when the Foxes catch you, strip your ass naked (On Zai)
These niggas want my spot, but God already called and told me I'm destined (Huh)
All that police games, Beyblade chain the fakest, I got bust, so when he catch it (Uh, uh)
Ayy, man, nigga ain't goin' for none of that nice-ass shit, man
Took a lot of mud and blood to be in this shit, no more accidents around this shit
Nigga, no more new fake around this shit, nigga
And when this shit go down the drain, nigga, it's gon' be 'cause of me
Nigga, or Fox or Loaf
A fuck nigga ain't gon' be the risk
I sat in the cold for this shit (Huh), I sold a lot of 'bows for this shit
Nigga, I sat up in the cold for this shit, mama ain't have a home for this shit (Keep goin')
Back then I couldn't even borrow, niggas ain't give me nothin' to hold but my dick
Now look how them tables turned, the Ms droppin', the driveway full of shit
Can you pass me the Lamb' key
Shit, which one? It ain't shit but the Demon and the jailbreak
Huh, and Zai on my mind while I sit here and pump a paint
Uh, and they say "Hey, Cavon" every time I walk in the bank, yeah
I guess they thought it was over (How come?)
The Maybach came with a chauffer (Alright, then)
Kept it goin' like a hoverboard, guess some bitches thought I lost the charge (Okay)
Young and rich, it's hard to maintain a label when you still an artist, uh
Me and Bagg had a disagreement, man, this shit back larger and larger
Nigga, my mama smilin' everyday, I'll take a nigga life to keep her face like that
Bruh 'nem catchin' charges everyday
I got Ms, nigga, that's how he beat that case like that
Pay our lawyers, that's how we do it
Made-up stories, that's how they do it
I don't give a fuck 'bout no blogs, whoever the behind that page, huh
You get the picture
"Fatt, what you on?" Blitzin'
They tried Young, why they dissin'?
I just talked to mama Fox, she said, "You spolin' that shit, even my children"
Huh, Zai only thing that I missin'
Huh, I'm too rich to go against it
So we vacay to the 'Yami, yacht parties, Zs hang shit with the fishes (Zzz)
I can park a Rolls in my kitchen (Pussy)
Balenci' boots, I ain't trippin'
Uh, I just talked to 5 (What he say?), 'bout my name, nothin' but hissin'
I'm playin' with cheese, I ain't never seen, now they killed my man, he can't enjoy with me (Uh)
Told God, "I'ma wipe the backseat while You keep on steerin'"
Amen
Uh, uh, amen
Uh
Ah, tss, ah-ah, mm
Tss, tss, uh
Ah, mm, mm, mm
I guess they thought it was over (How come?)
The Maybach came with a chauffer (Alright, then)
Kept it goin' like a hoverboard, guess some bitches thought I lost the charge (Okay)
Young and rich, it's hard to maintain a label when you still an artist, uh
Me and Bagg had a disagreement, man, this shit back larger and larger
Nigga, I can never half talk about you
Nigga, you've helped out my whole family (I love you)
You pussies doin' all that talkin', when the Foxes catch you, strip your ass naked (On Zai)
These niggas want my spot, but God already called and told me I'm destined (Huh)
All that police games, Beyblade chain the fakest, I got bust, so when he catch it (Uh, uh)
Ayy, man, nigga ain't goin' for none of that nice-ass shit, man
Took a lot of mud and blood to be in this shit, no more accidents around this shit
Nigga, no more new fake around this shit, nigga
And when this shit go down the drain, nigga, it's gon' be 'cause of me
Nigga, or Fox or Loaf
A fuck nigga ain't gon' be the risk
I sat in the cold for this shit (Huh), I sold a lot of 'bows for this shit
Nigga, I sat up in the cold for this shit, mama ain't have a home for this shit (Keep goin')
Back then I couldn't even borrow, niggas ain't give me nothin' to hold but my dick
Now look how them tables turned, the Ms droppin', the driveway full of shit
Can you pass me the Lamb' key
Shit, which one? It ain't shit but the Demon and the jailbreak
Huh, and Zai on my mind while I sit here and pump a paint
Uh, and they say "Hey, Cavon" every time I walk in the bank, yeah
I guess they thought it was over (How come?)
The Maybach came with a chauffer (Alright, then)
Kept it goin' like a hoverboard, guess some bitches thought I lost the charge (Okay)
Young and rich, it's hard to maintain a label when you still an artist, uh
Me and Bagg had a disagreement, man, this shit back larger and larger
Nigga, my mama smilin' everyday, I'll take a nigga life to keep her face like that
Bruh 'nem catchin' charges everyday
I got Ms, nigga, that's how he beat that case like that
Pay our lawyers, that's how we do it
Made-up stories, that's how they do it
I don't give a fuck 'bout no blogs, whoever the behind that page, huh
You get the picture
"Fatt, what you on?" Blitzin'
They tried Young, why they dissin'?
I just talked to mama Fox, she said, "You spolin' that shit, even my children"
Huh, Zai only thing that I missin'
Huh, I'm too rich to go against it
So we vacay to the 'Yami, yacht parties, Zs hang shit with the fishes (Zzz)
I can park a Rolls in my kitchen (Pussy)
Balenci' boots, I ain't trippin'
Uh, I just talked to 5 (What he say?), 'bout my name, nothin' but hissin'
I'm playin' with cheese, I ain't never seen, now they killed my man, he can't enjoy with me (Uh)
Told God, "I'ma wipe the backseat while You keep on steerin'"
Amen
Uh, uh, amen
Uh
