Nothing New (Freestyle)

Reuel stop playing with these niggas

Bitch keep talking all that shit that ho a [?] (Yeah motherfucker)
Ain't no ho to set the dope bring that promoter out (Bring 'em here)
These hoes weak as fuck that shit they got us water down (Yeah it is)
Man I heard these hoes confused I heard to sort it out (Yeah I did)
Walk up in this bitch you know the cheque clear (Yeah)
My outfit for next year (Yeah)
I got fifteen on my right and my left year (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't speak for them but this the realest you gon' get here (Uh)
Diamonds driping off me I look like a chandelier
Uh said he wanna taste, but I need a boss not no runner, why he chasing? (Huh)
Heard that nigga wish that he was mine but I ain't his girl
All this balling you ain't got no money this a big world (Yeah, yeah)
I need every dollar feel like big worm (Uh, uh)
Bitches need to cut it out like BBL (Cut it out)
Need a special license just to draw this like a CBL (Skrrt)
I know my haters wish the worse they wanna see me fail (I know they do)
But I'm too heavy in this bitch tell her I'm gonna rip the scale (Uh-huh)
I'm way too up around this bitch tell her am gonna check the score
And this brand new Louis bag look like a check up board (Yeah it do)
But I'm playing chess I'm always like ten steps ahead
The way they biting off the kit I keep these bitches fed (Keep my credit bitch)
And I ain't checking for no nigga he get left on read (Yeah)
Man these hoes can't fuck with me get that shit out yo' head (Out yo' head)
I just hopped up in a foreign then I did the dash (Skrrt skrrt)
How could I ever chase a nigga when I'm chasing cash
Yeah, they know I'ma talk my shit (Ayy)
Well listen to this shit these bitches dropping and they ain't talking 'bout shit
I'm tryna audemaur my wrist, so you know it ain't no breaks to the wheels fall off this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy diamonds on my neck came for waffie
Know these bitches sick 'cause all that hating still ain't stop me, yeah (Can't stop me)
Fucked around and made some millions off my hobby
Man these bitches ain't really working they slacking call them Tommy (Ayy bitch)
Walk up in this bitch and get that backend (Uh)
Keyah bring the fans out, always put that work in, I ain't never took no hand out
All this ice on me is kinda hard not to stand out
Hit the club that shit up on the floor, we bring them bands out
It's the wack up in the hood now it's a different view
Thats why I'm up but I'm still grinding like the runners do (Grinding like the runners do)
Got bitches twisting they saying I'm corky in my interviews (Haha)
I'm on all these bitches ass this ain't nothing new (Yeah)