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A$AP Rocky - Brand New Guy Lyrics
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[ Featuring ScHoolboy Q ]

You know us big mouth Harlem niggas don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead in the street industry mothaf*ckas
Talkin' 'bout we can't eat, talkin' 'bout we brand new guys
Tell them niggas, "Suck a dick"

I'm camo'd down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathin' Ape
It's animals in my projects, like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) better keep the peace, that Lil B, brrang-a-dang
I don't care if you blue or you red flaggin'
Hair swin'in', my pants saggin'
Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gaggin', she jet laggin'
All my cuz niggas, 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'
F*ck swaggin', you been jackin', f*ck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it, my friends crash it
Niggas 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 f*ckin' dick, bitch)

Brand new clip, brand new nine (beast)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)

.345 be the big toy (yeah)
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Uh, clipped-up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy (yeah)
Pull it off through the city like errt
Seen that ho nigga like errr
Hopped up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse (yeah)
He wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, shit)
Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth
And act up, nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work (yeah)
With two bad hoes, I'll teach you how to jerk (teach you how to jerk)
Swaggin' in my Js
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave (pussy a rave)
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade (yeah)
Brand new nigga with a brand new venue (uh)
Sold that bitch out, shoulda made that ho bigger (yeah)
Killin' careers make these cupcakes remember (yeah)
My objective is to serve your agenda (yeah)
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender (uh)
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga (right)
Equipped with a gat and a dick in your mouth (right)
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house (yeah)
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 stuffin', like, like we really be f*ckin' (like we really be f*ckin')

Brand new clip, brand new nine (beast)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)

Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock (uh-huh)
This mothaf*cka hold fifteen, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost (motherf*cka)
Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust? (Uh)
Got my tie on, grippin' on my iron on who I'm 'bout to fire on
Rap game f*cked up, boy, f*ck you think I rap for? (Uh)
Crack game f*cked up, boy, f*ck you think I trap for? (Uh)
Ridin' 'round with that mask on (uh-huh)
Like a MAC attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off
Blue pit in my backyard (yeah), red nose my bad broad (yeah)
Titan full of that hydro (yeah), pretty nigga, no catwalk (yeah)
Big burner in your big mouth (yeah), pussy niggas suck lead off (yeah)
I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he smeared off
Forty ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross
Got it jumpin' like Kriss Kross (uh), mismatchin', no jigsaw (uh-huh)
No horseplay when we quick draw (uh-huh), pussy nigga get a tit job
Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up (blaow) (motherf*cka)
Q (uh)
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You know us big mouth Harlem niggas don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead in the street industry mothaf*ckas
Talkin' 'bout we can't eat, talkin' 'bout we brand new guys
Tell them niggas, "Suck a dick"

I'm camo'd down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathin' Ape
It's animals in my projects, like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) better keep the peace, that Lil B, brrang-a-dang
I don't care if you blue or you red flaggin'
Hair swin'in', my pants saggin'
Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gaggin', she jet laggin'
All my cuz niggas, 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'
F*ck swaggin', you been jackin', f*ck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it, my friends crash it
Niggas 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 f*ckin' dick, bitch)

Brand new clip, brand new nine (beast)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)

.345 be the big toy (yeah)
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Uh, clipped-up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy (yeah)
Pull it off through the city like errt
Seen that ho nigga like errr
Hopped up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse (yeah)
He wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, shit)
Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth
And act up, nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work (yeah)
With two bad hoes, I'll teach you how to jerk (teach you how to jerk)
Swaggin' in my Js
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave (pussy a rave)
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade (yeah)
Brand new nigga with a brand new venue (uh)
Sold that bitch out, shoulda made that ho bigger (yeah)
Killin' careers make these cupcakes remember (yeah)
My objective is to serve your agenda (yeah)
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender (uh)
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga (right)
Equipped with a gat and a dick in your mouth (right)
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house (yeah)
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 stuffin', like, like we really be f*ckin' (like we really be f*ckin')

Brand new clip, brand new nine (beast)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)

Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock (uh-huh)
This mothaf*cka hold fifteen, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost (motherf*cka)
Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust? (Uh)
Got my tie on, grippin' on my iron on who I'm 'bout to fire on
Rap game f*cked up, boy, f*ck you think I rap for? (Uh)
Crack game f*cked up, boy, f*ck you think I trap for? (Uh)
Ridin' 'round with that mask on (uh-huh)
Like a MAC attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off
Blue pit in my backyard (yeah), red nose my bad broad (yeah)
Titan full of that hydro (yeah), pretty nigga, no catwalk (yeah)
Big burner in your big mouth (yeah), pussy niggas suck lead off (yeah)
I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he smeared off
Forty ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross
Got it jumpin' like Kriss Kross (uh), mismatchin', no jigsaw (uh-huh)
No horseplay when we quick draw (uh-huh), pussy nigga get a tit job
Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up (blaow) (motherf*cka)
Q (uh)
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Writer: Quincy Hanley, Rakim Mayers, Don Cannon, Lyle Leduff
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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