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new k - durhinnit lyrics

[pre*chorus]
f*ck with this sh*t? you could try
i gotta lotta things money can’t buy (can’t buy)
geeked in the club with that fye
step on my js, send that boy to the sky (sky)
b*tch bought a pistol, she don’t know how to use it
real geeked like i’m drug abusin’
none of my swag is influenced
folks on my d*ck who be bumpin’ my music

[chorus]
pop out the cut, like, “hey”
new swag, drip, new js
new choppas, new k
.762 through that b*tch, let it spray (spray)
i can’t pull up to the spot and rock out that b*tch ‘less i’m totin’ my k
spent in a day, in a week what you made
b*tch, i’m too stuck in my ways
rough ride sh*t, i get paid

[verse]
i keep a chop’ in this b*tch and it’s stuffed in my couch, but ain’t sh*t to be talked about
i keep that true stamp print on my pants, and we got syrup like the waffle house
got drip, new swag, not from j*pan, step in this b*tch, i could walk it out
pole swing, can’t talk it out
not with this sh*t, on my mama, wе toss ’em out
racks bustin’ out my type jeans sh*t, okay
play whеre ya lay, yeah
beef on the ‘net, real life sh*t, say to my face
play where ya lay, yeah
pushin’ real weight like the gym
six figure, f*ck that sh*t, need a mill’
pink and blue bills
choppa cut sh*t, come tell a real one how bullets feel
i need a house in the hills
with that b*tch who look good with no makeup
real cash, got kream like k*cup
808 hard, tell the b*tch, “come shake somethin'”
new choppas on me, tryna spray somethin’
new js on you, unlace ’em, yeah
could’ve been cl!cked up, boy, but you switched up
now, like a pencil, erase em’ (switch it up)
b*tch, i grind for this sh*t, so i ride with a k and i keep me a clip there loaded
all of this sh*t off the head, lil’ b*tch, i don’t keep no pen, no paper, ain’t wrote it
cash bag, i’m focused
blowin’ out cookies, feel like i’m floatin’
19x and a drac’ in my backpack, ride with that big boy, sh*t i’m totin’
[pre*chorus]
f*ck with this sh*t? you could try
i gotta lotta things money can’t buy (can’t buy)
geeked in the club with that fye
step on my js, send that boy to the sky (sky)
b*tch bought a pistol, she don’t know how to use it
real geeked like i’m drug abusin’
none of my swag is influenced
folks on my d*ck who be bumpin’ my music

[chorus]
pop out the cut, like, “hey”
new swag, drip, new js
new choppas, new k
.762 through that b*tch, let it spray
i can’t pull up to the spot and rock out that b*tch ‘less i’m totin’ my k
spent in a day, in a week what you made
b*tch, i’m too stuck in my ways
rough ride sh*t, i get paid

[outro]
yeah*yeah

- durhinnit lyrics

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