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New Born
Smoke DZA feat. Rowdy Rebel & Bizzle
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(Let's go Haze)
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, ooh (Turn that shit up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Sos' baby), yeah, yeah (Sos', skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got my Cartier watch on me bustin', I'm fresh out the jail
I gotta get to this money and get all my bros outta jail
I had to pay for the lawyers, the killers, the sticks and the film
Jumped out of the back of the car whenever that shit got real
I'm the one they all know, I'm the one that stay on go
Play your role, I'm the one that stay on froze
Wrist on froze, pull up with a big bankroll
Cartier bussin', we don't fear nothin' (I don't let it get to me)
We go head huntin', my youngin' dead somethin', yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been in the pens all day, whippin' up a plan
Think I might call a lil' contact, hands in the air all day
Take one, make two
I need some stars in the roof
I need some guards that can shoot
If you gon' ball on my team, you gon' have to follow my rules
And I only got one rule, yeah
Better make the team look good, money on the wall
Always make the gang look good, better make the team look good
Ain't mean no tellin', better sell it for yourself, look good
'Cause God know if niggas tellin' all the shit
Like he was runnin' 'round sellin' all the bricks
Like he was runnin' 'round sellin' all the bricks
I pray to God that the feds'll be blowin' and watchin' me
Got some work and a Glock with me
I pray to God that the ones I call friends don't try costin' me
Plus I gotta move properly, yeah
I know he knows what's inside of me, yeah
Even when niggas move violently, yeah
'Cause I got some work and a Glock with me
I got my Cartier watch on me bustin', I'm fresh out the jail
I gotta get to this money and get all my bros outta jail (Really)
I had to pay for the lawyers, the killers, the sticks and the film
Jumped out of the back of the car whenever that shit got real (Uh)
Flocked in the slammer, nope
Popped up in Atlanta, I'm smokin' Havanas
My niggas is free and they goin' bananas
Just locked in some flights with my African scammers
Rollin' the dice, know we throwin' them blammers
Stuntin' in front all of them cameras
We gettin' to it, Bourbons, we movin' with manners
Papers for all of the hammers, uh
Let all the frontin' be ceased
Let me get back to this beat
Waitin' for Troy to get out
Soon as he back on the streets, I'ma put him right back on his feet
Accurately, we fly to Miami on jet suite
From HPN directly
Me, shorty, her bestie
Highlights is worthy of ESPY
Nigga, I said what I said, designer on all of the threads
Nigga, this life that I live, make me hop out the bed
And instantly step on your head, yeah
Under the oath, I pledge
Strictly just get to the bread
Stay focused and stay off the edge
Now come on, we goin' to Greggs
I got my Cartier watch on me bustin', I'm
Fresh out the jail (Dally, bitch, nigga)
I gotta get to this money and get
All my bros outta jail (Really, Flix)
I had to pay for the lawyers, the killers, the sticks and the film
Jumped out of the back of the car whenever that shit got real
I'm the one they all know, I'm the one that stay on go
Play your role, I'm the one that stay on froze
Wrist on froze, pull up with a big bankroll
Cartier bussin', we don't fear nothin', yeah, yeah
We go head huntin', my youngin' dead somethin', yeah, yeah
Fresh out the jail
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