NEW KIDZ ON THE BLOCK ft. Quisi LaFlare Lyrics

Aye

Gotta call my girl, I know she mad at me, me

Gotta pop me a beny for my allergies

I feel like the new kid on the block

Just look how the shoes matching with the socks

I told her it's true a nigga goin pop

Got something to prove I could never stop, stop

Just got a new thot, swervin on my last

I feel like the cops swervin on my ass

Yo bitch gave me top, yeah we had blast

I'm knowin I got it I ain't gotta brag

She knowin I got it she ain't gotta ask

They know they in trouble quisi where you at

I stay on the go, I never relax

Wherever I go it's close to the cash

I'm mad that you constantly posting that trash

Ass

She shaking that shit cause she looked in the stash

She left me alone and thought I was sad

But the joke is on her I was actually glad

She told that back then that she chilled with the hoes

But you was one of them too you don't gotta lie I already know

I put the cash in the oven

And I'm watching the dough grow

Caught her snapping pics, I told her chill with the photos

I know these other bitches mad at me

They need some help but used to laugh at me

I get high as fuck and forget the rules of gravity

She want my black in her mouth like a cavity

So I

Gotta call my girl, I know she mad at me, me

Gotta pop me a beny for my allergies

I feel like the new kid on the block

Just look how the shoes matching with the socks

I told her it's true a nigga goin pop

Got something to prove I could never stop