I like new shit, no heart in her Get everything like bartenders Paint was my last meal, invite you to the art dinner Play house thats new money, new money wear old clothes Call me lil maxway, cause ten four I'm still close Aint got no time for these bitches, they old hoes Bringing up that old shit like 99 in new shows Kick you up out the picture then catch me striking a new pose Stepping on these pussy niggas with two feet and ten toes Giving lectures to these niggas I paint pictures on these niggas Twenty figures on these niggas Up and away I got a bright future Like candle sticks, I might glue you No time for this my clock dead, then ride it out like hop scooters My niggas good my bitch better, I'm to fly I pluck feathers These niggas rats don't eat cheddar Get ugly like christmas sweaters Ugly like christmas sweaters Harder than a armadilla Nut shells they hard to crack Well my shells I make em pealer Niggas soft thats on me I'm dishing out these sacred pillows Call me mr. OG aint talking bout no odd givers