Artist: A$AP Rocky f/ ScHoolboy Q Album: Brand New Guy (S) Song: Brand New Guy Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] You know these big mouth niggaz don't know how to act I got my West coast connection These dead in the street industry motherfuckers talkin 'bout "we can't eat" talkin 'bout "we brand new guys" Y'all niggaz suck a dick~! [A$AP Rocky] I'm camou' down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathing Ape It's animals in my projects, like monkeys, orangutans Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang Let Chiquita speak - bet it keep the peace, that Lil B, brrrangadang I don't care if you blue or you red flaggin, hair swingin, my pants saggin Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gaggin, she jetlaggin All my cuz niggaz, what's crackin? All my blood niggas, what's poppin? I ain't set trippin, I just happen to know who click clackin, you mismatchin Fuck swagger, you been jackin, fuck fly, I am fashion Tryin to cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it and my friends crash it Niggaz threat with the chit-chattin, see a nigga don't shit happen I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin (Suck my fuckin dick, bitch) [Chorus: repeat 2X] Brand new clip, brand new nine Brand new bitch, brand new ride Brand new weed, brand new high Brand new me meet the brand new guys [ScHoolboy Q] Three-fo'-five be the big toy, now which nigga want it with the fat boy? Uhh - I'm clipped up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy Pull it off through the city like skirt Seen that ho nigga like errr, hopped up on a nigga like murk Put that pussy nigga in a purse You wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt Put him in the ground, he was down to earth Knocked up nigga, I been down since birth Backpack full of random work with two bad hoes I'll teach you how to jerk Teach you how to jerk, swaggin in my J's Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave (Pussy a rave) My prerogative weighs Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade Brand new nigga with a brand new venue Sold that bitch out shoulda made that hoe bigger Killing careers make these cupcakes remember My objective is to serve your agenda Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga Equipped with a gat and the dick in your mouth Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house Twistin up weed, I'm diggin her out Just fillin her out Do all that shit you be talkin about While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch What this popcorn about? Microwave oven while you out there cuffin You over there lovin That bitch be my stuffing, like Like we really be fuckin [Chorus] [ScHoolboy Q] + (ASAP Rocky) Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers Brand new socks to the brand new Glock (uh-huh) This muh'fucker hold fifteen Slap that hoe in, tell the clip get lost (nigga fuck you) Bitch I'm a boss Pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust (uhh) Got my tie on, grippin on my i-ron, who I'm 'bout to fire on? (Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I rap for?) (Crack game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I trap for?) (Riding round with that mask on) (Like a Mac attack when that strap on) (Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off) Blue pit in my back yard (red nose my bad broad) Titan full of that hydro (pretty nigga, no catwalk) Big burner in your big mouth (pussy niggaz suck led off) I pull it up then skirt off Vodka shots, he Smirnoff (40 ounce of that Cristal) (Rose, that Rick Ross) Got it jumping like Kriss Kross (Mishmatching, no Jigsaw) No horseplay when we quick draw (Pussy nigga get a tit job) Hands up, stick your mans up Your time's up, the new brand's up Q!