Guwop - Brand New

Verse 1:
Brand new AMG, huh,
I’m AMP, huh,
Promise, it’s not paper, you is not talking to me, huh,
P A U S E, huh,
Bag on his head, better pay me, for free
Wait (x7)
Hollup
46 G’s
Bag chasing, my brand new Valentino runners creased
Flooded baguettes, like it’s Paris, in this 5719
6AM, I’m in Milano, flying in all white thing
Headquarters, tryna chop with em, I’m a Moncler fiend
Huh,
Outer space living,
Ice, my molly water sipping
Foe nem tweaking they slipped the broad a mickey
Shorties MOBBING, but it’s Money Over Bitches
Type of paper I know that you aint getting
I put a bar in the 8,
Leaned on it
I fell love in with this bitch, but she team scoring,
I done forgot bout the bitch, I just bought a new coupe (COOP), like i’m fucking with Spencer and Corey,
Foe nem be spazzing on blocks, while I’m riding no roof, tryna FIND me a jugg like im DORY
Uh, uh, wait, huh,
I don’t think you understand
Ain’t no PONYTAIL, how I keep EXTENSIONS, and in love with BANDS
Uh, uh, wait,
Buying everything that money can
You broke than shit, I bought a piece, while you still in a budget jam
Wait (x5)

Hook:
Brand new maserati with the roof off
Drop a hundred thousand dollars just to get the coupe raw
Brand new maserati with the roof missing
5719 Patek watch, same as the 10 speed, I don’t need a V12 engine
Huh, huh, huh, huh,
In a brand new style
10 speed coupe, can’t find my roof now
Huh, huh, huh, huh,
In a brand new style
V8 GT, dropping the roof down

Verse 2:
Cash not a issue, I am a bag get official
This money counter broken, probably too much racks in the middle
Put the audemar watch on the left wrist, promise got more ICE than a SICKLE
Can’t put my trust in these bitches, allergic to sentimentals
I put my trust in this paper, I put a whole bag on yo head get you stepped on
Come up off all of yo shit, if you try me, then foe nem get BEATING like METRO
Shorty was feeling my shit, but she nagging, on my phone, sending the wrong kind of XO’s
I cannot cuff from the get go, I just want her for the neck though, shorty was fucking my best bro
Percocet mixing with the Act, and my actions
I dont give a fuck about no pressure, y’all some has beens
Thirty turn yo IS to WAS, you get it now you PAST TENSE
Pressing on em, forty throwing bullets, on my Dak shit

Pre-Hook:
Huh,
On my Dak shit,
Huh,
On my Dak shit,
Brand new hollow points, I’m throwing bullets on my Dak shit

Hook:
Brand new maserati with the roof off
Drop a hundred thousand dollars just to get the coupe raw
Brand new maserati with the roof missing
5719 Patek watch, same as the 10 speed, I don’t need a V12 engine

Written by:
Guwop

Publisher:
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