Slump6s - New Year, Same Me! lyrics

It’s a new year not a new me, Uh
Stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, Uh
Stacking my money, yeah, straight
To the ceiling, now
She all on me, she a groupie, uh
You not a vet’ you a newbie, Uh
I'm up in the foreign the the two seat, Uh
We finna slide in the 2 seat, Uh
This a new Patek, a new piece, Uh

It’s a new year not a new me, Uh
Stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, Uh
Stacking my money, yеah, straight
To the ceiling, now
She all on mе, she a groupie, uh
You not a vet’ you a newbie, Uh
I’m whipping in the foreign the the two seat
Uh we finna slide in the two seat, Uh
This a new Patek, a new piece, Uh
I ain’t a whistle but it really don’t make
No sense, wonder why this shit blew me, uh
I told that boy "Back, Back, Back!"
This choppa go "Blatt, Blatt, Blatt"
It sound like a new speaker
I drop a tape and now all
Of my money coming in
I might go buy some new sneakers
If you want a problem, I’ll send out all of
My fucking shooters’ to find
Out where you be, uh

They like "Slump how the hell do you do it?"
I just turned 16, now I can drive so I might
Just go cop me a Buick
She hit me up on the spam talking
About she gonna eat me up
Need her to prove it
Hunnids on Hunnids, on Hunnids
On Hunnids, on Hunnids, ok let’s do it
(yeah, yeah)
Niggas staying on my hip, it look like
A guitar, I ain't talkin' acoustic, uh
I told that hoe’ to bust down, nigga shout
To Blueface, i’m counting the blue strips
Uh i’m up in LA, not talking bout’ PJ
Man shoutout
Kawhi but I just got a new clip, uh
I see a lot of these old niggas dropping and
Hating on me, ion fuck’ with they new shit
Uh ay, Gang
That lil' hoe’ tryna reach on my chain
No Marjety, this chop finna bang
I’m in Portland, been cooling wit’ Dame
Nigga talk down on me, what a shame
Can’t compete like bro, we not the same
I’ve been getting cake, getting cake
600 laughing to the bank, to the bank

It’s a new year not a new me, Uh
Stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, Uh
Stacking my money, yeah straight
To the ceiling, now
She all on me, she a groupie, uh
You not a vet’ you a newbie, Uh
I’m whipping in the foreign
The the two seat, uh
We finna slide in the two seat, Uh
This a new Patek, a new piece, Uh
I ain’t a whistle but it really don’t make
No sense, wonder why this shit blew me, uh
I told that boy "Back, Back, Back!"
This choppa go "Blatt, Blatt, Blatt"
It sound like a new speaker
I drop a tape and now all
Of my money coming in
I might go buy some new sneakers
If you want a problem, I’ll send out all of
My fucking shooters’ to find
Out where you be, uh
(Ay, Gang)