[Intro]
It’s a new year not a new me, uh
Stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, uh
Stacking my money, yeah, straight to the ceiling
Now she all on me, she a groupie, uh
You not a vet’ you a newbie, uh
I'm up in the foreign, the two seat, uh
We finna slide on 'em, toosie, uh
This a new Patek, a new piece, uh

[Chorus]
It’s a new year not a new me, uh
Stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, uh
Stacking my money, yeah, straight to thе ceiling
Now she all on me, shе a groupie, uh
You not a vet’ you a newbie, uh
I'm up in the foreign, the two seat, uh
We finna slide on 'em, toosie, uh
This a new Patek, a new piece, uh
I ain’t a whistle but it really don’t make no sense, wonder why this shit blew me, uh
I told that boy, “Back, back, back"
This choppa go, "Blatt, blatt, blatt"
It sound like a new speaker
I drop a tape and now all of my money coming in
I might go buy some new sneakers
If you want a problem, I’ll send out all of my fucking shooters to find out where you be, uh
[Verse]
They like “Slump how the hell do you do it?”
I just turned 16, now I can drive so I might just go cop me a Buick
She hit me up on the spam talking about she gonna eat me up, need her to prove it
Hunnids on Hunnids, on Hunnids, on Hunnids, on Hunnids, ok let’s do it (Yeah, Yeah)
N***as staying on my hip, it look like a guitar, I ain't talkin' acoustic, Uh
I told that hoe’ to bust down, n***a shout to Blueface, i’m counting the blue strips, Uh
I’m up in L.A., not talking bout’ PJ, man shoutout Kawhi but I just got a new clip, Uh
I see a lot of these old n***as dropping and hating on me, ion fuck’ with they new shit, Uh
Ay , Gang
That lil' hoe’ tryna reach on my chain
No Marjety, this chop finna bang
I’m in Portland, been cooling wit’ Dame
N***a talk down on me, what a shame
Can’t compete like bro, we not the same
I’ve been getting cake, getting cake
600 laughing to the bank, to the bank

[Chorus]
It’s a new year not a new me, Uh
Stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, Uh
Stacking my money, yeah straight to the ceiling, now she all on me, she a groupie, Uh
You not a vet’ you a newbie, Uh
I’m whipping in the foreign, the the two seat, Uh
We finna slide in the two seat, Uh
This a new Patek, a new piece, Uh
I ain’t a whistle but it really don’t make no sense, wonder why this shit blew me, Uh
I told that boy “Back, Back, Back!”
This choppa go “Blatt, Blatt, Blatt”, it sound like a new speaker
I drop a tape and now all of my money coming in, I might go buy some new sneakers
If you want a problem, I’ll send out all of my fucking shooters’ to find out where you be, Uh
(Ay, Gang)