This Ain't Nun New

Sparky made it slap— slap— slap—

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, nigga

Ruler on me, Mr. Slo-Be, I'll teach niggas

Niggas foul, niggas always tryna reach, nigga

Side talker, sidewalker, hop in the streets, nigga

(Lil' bitch, go'n fuck it up

Doin' all that talkin', nigga damn near got his bitch fucked

Big dog, nigga, but I'll be damned if I got my tail tucked

Ooh-wee, I'm on the block, nigga, catchin'—)

On a Monday, nigga

(Ayy, KK broke the scale

Tryna weigh two pounds, fucked up the count, nigga almost failed)

On a Tuesday, nigga

(Ayy, I give you taco shells

Walk around this bitch bored, let's go drop somethin')

All my niggas gettin' money, send a package down the way

When this chopper hit his ass, watch him do the Harlem Shake

Never see you in the kitchen, boy, you hardly movin' weight

Holdin' up that lil' chain in them pictures, boy, it's fake

Spin your block, now it's wrapped in yellow tape

Juvie with the tooly, Durk and Trey, them my snakes

Manu Ginóbili, a sharp shooter, free my ape

Niggas talkin' 'bout ballin', let me know where your pape'

Book me for a show, we ain't worried, we got Drac'

Told my daughter watch my soda, she know daddy sippin' drank

Boy, this pop mixed with yola, play your cards, ace of spade

Two hundred on the dash, I'm sick niggas tryna race

Ain't no question, guaranteed I'ma turn up

Brodie keep torch, I just point, he gon' burn somethin'

I ain't seen brodie in a while, this like the third summer

Slappin' don dada with the shottas, got the curb jumpin'

If I shoot, brodie, he gon' shoot, this shit vice versa

Mad face, holdin' on the drank, ain't no nice person

Quick to slap a bitch, watch your lips, I'm like Ike Turner

Ooh-wee, nah, this ain't nothin' new

Joc gon' act an ass in the 'Cat 'cause he up a few

Speakin' on my name to the bitch, that's what suckers do

Thirty-eight hold six shots, that shit hella cute

Ayy, ayy, nigga, but it's too small

Too much beef, can't fit 'em all in a U-Haul

She was actin' stingy with the pack, I cut boo off

He a bitch, half stick on him, but let two off

Ayy, half stick, but let two off

Ayy, the Glock got gonorrhea, 'cause the dick burnin'

I have them shooters hit your block, I be Big Wormin'

Big pole on my waist, got my hip hurtin'

And your hood was ghost town, but we ain't quit lurkin'

Your bitch ass in the house, you a housewife

And I be outside, they freed Bris from that count time

I'm really 'bout mine

Stackin' bands, look, the amount climbin'

Tryna outshine

But bullets rippin' through the house blinds

And these niggas lil' dogs, real ankle biters

This chopper drop an elephant like a tranquilizer

This K a lighter, let it spark, who wanna play with fire?

Yeah, True Story be the gang, I really hang a liar

Do the dash in this whip, man, it's a sport-plus

If you runnin', knock him down and then torture

We gon' jump out his bushes when his door shut

40 by the air conditioner, keep the blower tucked

Sparky made it slap— slap— slap—