Newbie - Bryson Tiller

Yeah, yes sir

The new nigga, where the fuck did he come from?

I got all these niggas shocked, stun gun

And there will never be a nigga I run from

Pussy nigga speed dial 9−1-1

I walk around wit' my chin up

Fresh and cold, it’s winter

Neck fill with more juice than a fucking bar mitzvah

That’s what I deserve, I be ridin' round in that Hertz

'Cause a nigga tryin' to kill me

I will fuck around and whack him first, yeah

Then and there, she dissed me

But I just saw your girlfriend with

She know I ain’t Pepsi but that bitch still tryna qench me

When I’m hungry, I eat this beat

'Cause that’s just my killer instinct

Bars on bars on bars, I lock you niggas up, I got plenty

Niggas ain’t see me early, ayy

Diss me, nigga I dare you 'cause

All these niggas is fake as that jewelry they be wearin', uh

Gut top the whip, now I’m ridin' in the caucus

Fresh hat above my head like I’m thankin' Arby’s

I’m rollin' with some Barbie hoes, they love them whip, cardio

I drive these bitches crazy up until I Peter Parker, ho

She Spider-Man, saw me on the web, want me to fly her in

She told you that she only like girls, nigga try again

Exception for tonight though, she gon' pop it for the new dude

Kicks match my pull-over, I had to cop 'em, woop woop

Tell them hoes when the train on me, they legs gon' be, «Choo choo»

I’m crazy, coo coo, they like «Maybe,» I’m like, «Coo, coo»

Heh, new rules, my game, never changes

My hoes be light skin, my phone book, yellow pages, hehe

That was crazy, she black and white, immigration

She goes to South America, she could rock as Venezuela

I’m new, I’m sick, my crib should be an incubator

My flow on incinerator, make yo' box incinerate ya

I’m in the buildin', renovator

I will not befriend a hater

Fuck the world, penetrator

Life’s a bitch, inseminate her

All you niggas jealous, they still runnin' on the track

But in person, you out of breath

Like you just did a hundred laps, nigga

I can do a hundred reps in one night

Bitch, I’m Mister Claus

Slidin' down your chimney, skip the tree and I’m gon' get you, bro

No, I wouldn’t get involved 'cause I can be an asshole

If these wack niggas want beef, I got my last ho

Niggas need to ask, yo, and know so

Last young niggas make it rain over and over, snow globe

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hol' up, least I kill these poachers

I don’t give a damn, can’t nobody fuck my flow up

Put yo' head in the briefcase, and mind yo' own business, shit

My mama told me tell you mind yo' goddamn motherfuckin' business, bitch

Young mama, what’s in yo' drink?

I think I’ma finish it

Tonight when we sexing, you gon' think that I invented it

Bitch, I’m making bangers for the industry

Tell somebody fuck with me

Tell somebody can’t nobody fuck with me, I’m too cold

Yeah, haha, hehe, tell 'em that I do this man, this what I do man,

this what I does!

Hehe, nah, I ain’t on no cocky shit though.

But for real,

I just want love, hehe.

Everybody’s fuckin' with me man.

I’m dropping bangers