Ballout, Fredo Santana, Gino Marley - No New Niggas lyrics

[Ballout, Fredo Santana, Gino Marley - No New Niggas lyrics]

Glory Boyz bitch
We don't fuck with new niggas
GBE shit man

No new niggas in my ass
We don’t fuck with strangers
Pull ‘em pistols out and just get to aimin'
My ‘lil niggas dangerous
Bound out on probation
But still totting ‘em bangers
We leave you brainless
We love gang bangin', you niggas is basic
My time, don't waste it, that money
I chase it
I'm countin' them faces
In love with Ben Franklins
No patience, no waiting
I'm chasin' that paper

I'm counting ‘em faces
I'm shooting ‘em faces
Catch us overseas
I don't do the same places
(no)
Switch up the location
While the guys are on payments
No, I am not on papers
Ballout just handle cables
(Ballout)
Free cables, we do cables
No Ballout don't do favors
(no)
I smoke dope I be facin'
Gettin' so high I couldn't taste it
They ain't real, they fakin', 300
We're them mayors
O'block affiliated got all
These niggas hatin'
(fuck 'em)

No new niggas in my ass
We don’t fuck with strangers
Pull ‘em pistols out and just get to aimin'
My ‘lil niggas dangerous
Bound out on probation
But still totting ‘em bangers
We leave you brainless
We love gang bangin', you niggas is basic
My time, don't waste it, that money
I chase it
I'm countin' them faces
In love with Ben Franklins
No patience, no waiting
I'm chasin' that paper

I’m chasin' that paper, you got it
I take it
On the block with the guys
My trap going so crazy
These niggas my sons, I call em my babies
Take 9s, 3/80s, 2/2, I let you taste it
The blue bonds my favorite
I love fuckin' their faces
I do it so major, I'm countin' that paper
My finger is achin'
I'm countin' that paper
I'm ballin' like the pesos
These niggas is bitches
I tell it to their faces

No new niggas in my ass
We don’t fuck with strangers
Pull ‘em pistols out and just get to aimin'
My ‘lil niggas dangerous
Bound out on probation
But still totting ‘em bangers
We leave you brainless
We love gang bangin', you niggas is basic
My time, don't waste it, that money
I chase it
I'm countin' them faces
In love with Ben Franklins
No patience, no waiting
I'm chasin' that paper

That money, I chase it, impatient, no waiting
I dump through them faces, no masks
Bare faces
I drive cars like speed racer
Fuck bitches that be famous
That cash my occupation
I spend it and save it
My pants just full of Franklins
Bad bitches learn them basics
Money toss all, I'm thinking
Drown round in that Lincoln
Sip Lean so I've been drinking
That molly got her spacin'
My foreign plug Jamaican I chase it
No waitin'

No new niggas in my ass
We don’t fuck with strangers
Pull ‘em pistols out and just get to aimin'
My ‘lil niggas dangerous
Bound out on probation
But still totting ‘em bangers
We leave you brainless
We love gang bangin', you niggas is basic
My time, don't waste it, that money
I chase it
I'm countin' them faces
In love with Ben Franklins
No patience, no waiting
I'm chasin' that paper

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