G.W.T Finesse - New Tec (feat. YDN Brando) Lyrics

If it's smoke, scan the room, we get the blaze and shit
I don't even gotta do that nigga dirty, walk down with a baby clip
I hear niggas chattin', talkin' bout that money, but he ain't sayin' shit
But I like spittin' that bounty on his head, that nigga gon' have to dip
Uh, I got a new tech, I'm lookin' at opps like, who's next
That nigga think he bold enough to try me, I told him, be my guest
Ayy, niggas chattin', talkin' bout they shit, like they won't get hit
Yeah, I might put a nigga down, then I'ma go and steal his bitch
Ayy, niggas bitchin', snitchin' to the feds, hell nah, can't do that shit
Ayy, he talk shit on public wifi, niggas pussy on the net
Ayy, hell nah, I ain't lettin' up, I keep my foot right on they necks
Cause bitch, I got a new tech, I look at opps like, who's next
Lil' nigga, uh, niggas be claimin' they gangsta, but leave the club with security
Niggas be thinkin' they stay behind niggas, they be like, I bleed
All them niggas is scared of me, come on, we hop in that V and we lurkin' blocks
Cause these pussy niggas like to talk a lot, and yeah, nigga, I can box
But my new extender gon' have your ass knocked
Knockin' on doors, tryna find out where your momma stay
Lil' nigga, we ain't come to play
Lil' nigga, you mad I got bitches at high school
I'm startin' to think that you gang, you know where I stay if it's smoke to bring it
I ain't runnin', nigga, you don't scare me, nigga
If you turn on fish, you guaranteed that your ass gon' leave in the cat of that actual bitch
I got a new tech, I'm lookin' at opps like, who's next
That nigga think he bold enough to try me, I told him, be my guest
Ayy, niggas chat and talk about they shit like they won't get hit
Yeah, I might put a nigga down, then I'ma go and steal his bitch
Ayy, niggas bitches snitchin' to the feds, hell nah, can't do that shit
Ayy, he talk shit on public wi-fi, niggas pussy on the net
Ayy, hell nah, I ain't lettin' up, I keep my foot right on they necks
Cause bitch, I got a new tech, I'm lookin' at opps like, who's next
Lil' nigga, next, count blue checks
You claim you was down for the gang
Lil' nigga, well, tell me how you claimin' a new set
You claim you wanna catch your stank
Lil' nigga, well, tell me how you ain't even move yet
You notice the new tech, he got hit with the stuff
Stumble her back, woulda thought he was on the top still
The way bro send him shots straight through the net
You woulda thought that he new still
The Zod got stuffed in his Russian cream, boy, slammin' and punchin' that rusell
Stick on my side like I'm blonde, if I get sent to that room, I move too
Ayy, with this mic, I'm in my prime, don't try me, boy
I'll cook you, woulda thought I was your new chef
I got a new tech, I'm lookin' at opps like, who's next
That nigga think he bold enough to try me, I told him, be my guest
Ayy, niggas chat and talk about they shit like they won't get hit
Yeah, I might put a nigga down, then I'ma go and steal his bitch
Ayy, niggas bitch and snitchin' to the feds, hell nah, can't do that shit
Ayy, he talk shit on public wifi, nigga's pussy on the net
Ayy, hell nah, I ain't lettin' up, I keep my foot right on they necks
Cause bitch, I got a new tech, I look at opps like, who's next, lil' nigga