More songs by YFN Lucci
Description
Producer: TM88
Producer: C$D Sid
Producer: Hendrixx
Producer: EVRGRN
Programmer: C$D Sid
Executive Producer: Dae'Shawn "Dae-Day" Shelton
Programmer: EVRGRN
A And R Administrator: Essence Carson
Executive Producer: G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer: Gilles Walters
Programmer: Hendrixx
A& R: Justin “Teddy” Harris
Mixer, Recorded By: Keith Dawson
Executive Producer: Keith Dawson
A And R Administrator: Lisa Smith Craig
Programmer: TM88
Masterer: Travis Louis
Executive Producer: YFN Lucci
Vocals: YFN Lucci
Writer: Rayshawn Bennett
Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons
Writer: Sidney Malabre Tapaquon
Writer: Derrick Donte Miller
Writer: Amman Nurani
Writer: Jesse Rayner
Lyrics and translation
Original
Uh-uh-uh, uh
Yeah, look
This a whole 'nother new kit, this a whole 'nother new bitch
This a whole 'nother new- this a whole 'nother new wrist
This a two-cup, gotta pour up for Quinn
This a two-cup with my problems in it
Got a two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
Two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
Two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
I just might plain-jane Rollie
You cannot hang with gang, you phony
She tatted my real name on her
We do not live the same, homie
Look, I got like one main only
Eight side bitches and the rest of 'em going
Knock somethin' down if you claim you scorin'
I go wherever I want, and you know it
She go bussdown middle-part shorty
Bought her a Birkin, I spent like a 40
I came home, and I was already loaded
That's on my mama, lil' nigga, you know it
I put everything in my name, I own it
Everything I'm in, yeah, nigga, I own it
(Look, everything I'm in, yeah, nigga, I own it
Huh, yeah, nigga, I own it)
We settin' trends, nigga
You cuffin' her friend, nigga
In a Maybach Benz, nigga, huh
Me and lil' twin, nigga, yeah
How the fuck you gon' talk behind another nigga back
Like I ain't gon' hear it, nigga?
How the fuck you gon' say you had love for lil' bro
And you ain't never go spin, nigga? Yeah
This a whole 'nother new kit, this a whole 'nother new bitch
This a whole 'nother new- this a whole 'nother new wrist
This a two-cup, gotta pour up for Quinn
This a two-cup with my problems in it
Got a two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
Two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
Two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
I'm havin' more ice than a make-believe
I put that Patek on the sleeve
When I fuck her, she never wanna leave me
She get to eatin' it, actin' greedy
I remember sippin' Act' with Greedy
These niggas soft as Tempur-Pedic
These niggas offered, I ain't need it
These niggas never hollered free me
Bitch know I'm colder than February, I'm so unordinary
And my closet got too many dead presis, shit like a mortuary
I tried to hide it, had to divide it, 'cause it'd be too much to bury
You a gangster, you 'posed to wear it
But these niggas be Tom and Jerry
This a whole 'nother new kit, this a whole 'nother new bitch
This a whole 'nother new- this a whole 'nother new wrist
This a two-cup, gotta pour up for Quinn
This a two-cup with my problems in it
Got a two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
Two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
Two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
This a whole 'nother new kit, this a whole 'nother new bitch
This a whole 'nother new- this a whole 'nother new wrist
This a two-cup, gotta pour up for Quinn
This a two-cup with my problems in it
Got a two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
Two-cup, mixin' my problems in it
Two-cup, mixin' my problems in it