OD Temper - Brand New

I been need some brand new shit
Fuck the state of rapping need a brand new whip
And niggas acting stupid on some brand new rich
Young nigga, talk a lot
Can give you brand new stitches
Call up prada, in Milano call my bitches
Need a docta, put you on some brand new swishers
Need a bad bitch, big ass, long thighs
Small skirt, crop top with her eyes wide
Had to cut a couple niggas in the midst
Count the profits, need to make it in the forbes list
Can't pretend like what i'm making aint a gift
New vvs diamonds shining on my wrist
OD tell these niggas this life is a bliss
In the pits
Fuck around can cost you nigga lots of chips
Hey
Bankroll flipping and i'm still working
And i'm still murking, you niggas still lurking
And still i'm shining
And i'm still grinding
You niggas still winning
You niggas pill poppin
She on her knees boppin
Im screaming whats poppin
I'm in the hood mobbin
Lakeboon thuggin
Where the hood love me
Where my goons taught me
To keep the deuce on me
To keep the juice coming
She getting loose on me
In the cut where the love of the green goes
Friends turn to enemies
Enemies turn to foes
Real love turn to lies
Cries turn to smiles
Yeah this life is do or die
Yeah it's do or die

Written by:
Audry Petemba

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