Jimmy V - N3w McLaRen

What
Brand New McLaren
Hoes staring
I'm too fly

Yeah, roll the cameras
I'm not signed to no lame niggas
I cant do that
Nigga, fuck rap

Fuck the game
Fuck the fame
Fuck the money
Fuck everything

Thick slut
Fuck her every day
Shoot at ya face
Like a gun range

Shoot from curry range
I get too fly
You in a bird cage
She got cake, cake

It's her birthday
I don't play scrabble
I got wordplay
I'm goin' over heads

I'm goin' off the head
Yeah, I'm off the red
Cut my skin
Just to watch it bled

Fill a nigga with lead
Like a fuckin' pen
I got too much pull
I don't even swim

You is not twin
You is not gang
You is not him
Big ol gold chain

I feel like Rakim
pills Came in
I pop tens
Drop top benz

I go spin
I go in
I don't got no Twitter
I don't check the trends

I just set them hoes
I'm not matt Barnes
But I want all the smoke
I can't go out like a hoe

Bitch
Brand new McLaren
Hoes staring
I finesse a label for the whole bag

I'm not signing to your label
I can't do that
Nigga, fuck rap
Nigga, fuck fame

Nigga, fuck the game
Nigga, fuck the money
Fuck everything

Written by:
Jimmy 5

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