New crib, who this? New whip, who this? (This that money counter music)
New crib, who this? New whip, who this? (You know we´re not from this universe, right?)
New crib, who this? New whip, who this?

New blick, who this? New switch, who this? (Isis Gang)
You need a new bitch, you need a new everything
You need a new kit, at least get some new kicks
You need to beat your ho ass, she sendin´ nude pics (It´s the label)
R-H-U-D-E, I´m on my rude  (Evil Empire, it´s the gang)
(Ayy, how the fuck I end up in the hood?)

How the fuck I end up in the ´burbs with a hoodrat?
Ricky Owens with the zippers, bitch, I´m in my bookbag, come and get schooled
Bitch, take your spend-the-night bag back in the crib
I was out the way, but now I´m back up on the grid

Cud-Cuddy in the kitchen with a slab, but not no ribs
Might as well sit down, ´cause when they stand, it´s not on biz
(This is a Isis Gang production)
Is you scared of money?
Play with mines, I´m on your ass just like a pair of undies
We´ll make it rain when the game ends, storm the field
Unky prayin´ that he beats the case and dodge a court ap
You ain´t, you ain´t got a chance to hit my bitch, she too expensive
In here wrestlin´ with these pants, you tryna battle through depression
You gotta buy the sauce, do this look like a Free Methodist?

Cut a brick and pull a baby out, I just C-sectioned it
Talk so much shit, talk so much shit
Talk so much shit, I got reminders set to eat peppermints
I done, I done slayed hoes from Telegraph to East Jefferson
Can you beat Militia, pussy? Can you eat beverages?
If you want a job, the requirements three references
Tryna make it last forever, but ain´t Keith Sweatin´ it
Ain´t no plays on your phone like why you keep checkin´ it?
Pull up in that white TRX like, "Meet Pegasus"
I gotta jump like I´m tryna dunk to get into the truck

You done got drunk and turned into a munch, you a punk
You a crumb, you a chump, you a bum, you a flunk
Got these lil´ hoes suckin´, same ones you would hump
Catch him out in traffic, leave him honkin´ with his f
Catch him out in traffic, leave him honkin´ with his
Catch him out in traffic, leave him honkin´ with his forehead
You won´t hear me, you won´t hear me talkin´ like my phone dead
We´ll paint they block like that bitch on an easel
Tryna get these oranges off, but all the junkies on the needles
I done made over a hundred motion pics, Walt Disney

Yeah, I got some dogs with me, but I ain´t gon´ toss Frisbees
Finna run it up, it ain´t no walk in me
Teeth marks on my goosebumps, the chains frostbit me
Everybody talkin´ down like I won´t be done bought Ypsi
The whole 48197, 48198
Slide through, just a call, 1-481-9-DRAC
Oh, you want the BIN? well, it´s 54819  wait
I can´t give it to you
I gotta face all this drank, I can´t sip it with you
Ain´t no holdin´ hands, shit, it´s life, I can´t live it with you
If you gang, if you slime, I´ma split it with you, I´ma go and get it with you
I´m livin´ life, but I´m prepared for death

She gon´ blow me, I´ma play her like a clarinet
She just spun you, talkin´ ´bout her hair a mess
Best thing I did was turn my hustle up, start carin´ less
New crib, who this? New whip, who this?
New blick, who this? New switch, who this?
You need a new bitch, you need a new everything
You need a new kit, at least get some new kicks
You need to beat your ho ass, she sendin´ nude pics
R-H-U-D-E, I´m on my rude tip
I´m the reason Ruth Chris out of toothpicks
I´m the reason Somerset out of new drip
You gon´ live the same old life ´til you take new risks
Everybody turned they water dirty, this the new Flint
​evian off a V-cut, that´s the blueprint

Kevion, B&C, Benny, that´s a few sticks
My ho Lavagirl, I´m Sharkboy in these blue tints
FakeWatchBuster´s on the way, he got a fluke wrist
Had to shoot the Banshee through my coat, that´s why the Goose ripped
How the fuck I´m movin´ too slow off of two sips?
I don´t sell work, but my left wrist, that´s two bricks
Someone find my Lincoln jersey, I´m back on my hoop shit
I´m tryna score buckets
I can have a milli´ Midi-chlorians, won´t force nothin´
If you ain´t start strong, you gotta finish double hard
I done got mines broke, I done tore a couple hearts

Shit, it´s all fun and games ´til you see that muzzle spark
Boy, I´m finna push the pedal like here come that rumble part (Vroom)
Hundred turkey bags, they smellin´ like some underarms
Up the glitchy, I ain´t shy, I am not the Thunder guard
Man, the spring, fall, winter, and summer ours
Flyin´ off an eight of Quagen, damn near playin´ bumper cars
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know