New Ram Lyrics

Had me down south on a bid

Strengthening my accent

Conspiracy to distribute bricks

Within the Napolis

One of many trials that I've faced

Turned into pure joy

Was Kings from the time we went In, word to One Eye Roy

Real bitches Loving the Wop, I

Showed them boss shit

Taught them em running game on

You Lames, turn into profit

Ecstatic by the sight of the blocks, I Used to love it

14 Kilos couldn't fit in the spot, I had To shove it

Give af about the feds and the

Snitches, I did that time

Saw my cousin shoot it out with twin Glocks, I was bout nine

Da da da

I'm like the mentions of J. Prince's And King Hoov's

Run with a circle of hitters, who

Draw off Made rules

I need that Dust, that mi dinero, I

Need it now

Bought myself a Draco, gave lil

Cousins, 40 Cals

Most likely Humble cause I ran it up Off of double ups

I dropped my nuts and made them

Purchase 63's and up

Count it all joy

The drought hit I got dog boy

Got 3 plugs, met them in the feds

Across the wall boy

New Ram squatting 26's that's a tall

Toy

Did my time they thought I'd lose my

Mind

I made it all joy

Way to ball boy, the bitches they

Applaud for them

Had that ass since she ran the track, it

Ain't no flaws to it

Played my track, the Dj ran it back

She made it pause to it

In the Trap, she saving up her racks

I'll throw it all to her

New Ram I copped that bitch from

The car show

Glass roof giving proof that the stars Glow

Could've bought a Benz, but prefer to

Riding high

Nigga I deserve to win, so much pain

And still alive

Sitting on my Dust, playing broke

Out of habit gladly

I don't owe em shit, when I was

Tapped niggas laughed at me

Seen me through the struggle now We balling like the Pacer mob

Purple O's yellow O's, call that shit a Lakers nod

Forever in my heart got a thang for The dope spot

From a dusty nigga to hundred

Thousands in a Jordan box

Granny praying four me but I keep

Them

Killers with me

Drought season 07 had me sewing up Sewing up the city

I had the birds my little nigga bought The play's through

Flying through them bitches like the Logo on the Grey Goose

Y'all ain't really seeing bread you

Niggas faguze

Hunt a nigga down with some shit

That'll blow his face loose

Count it all joy

The drought hit I got dog boy

Got three plugs, met them in the feds

Across the wall boy

New Ram squatting 26's that's a tall

Toy

Did my time they thought I'd lose my

Mind

I made it all joy

Way to ball boy, the bitches they

Applaud for em

Had that ass since she ran the track, it Ain't no flaws to it

Played my track, the Dj ran it back

She made it pause to it

In the Trap, she saving up her rack's I'll throw it all to her