Gimme Somethin New
(Intro)
Yeah
Same shit
TayPro, BreeZie
Y'all know what it is
Haha
FADED
GUSFSS
Haha

(Chorus)
Gimme somethin new
Gimme-gimme somethin new
Show me it ain't true
Man just show me it ain't true
I said, gimme somethin new
Gimme somethin new
Man, y'all can't do it like my crew

(Verse 1)
Man, who says I can't rap? (Pffft)
Listen to this damn track while you smoke (*Inhale*)
And then I lace your blunt with anthrax
Choke (*Cough*) (Haha)
That's something I never do, while you bandwagon
You trap-faggot
I'd say find a style but you can't hack it (Haha)
I've been backpacking, while they swag jacking
I ain't got no swag, so you can't jack it
In my black jacket, I'm PacManin
Running from my ghosts in a trapped mansion (Hah!)
But they ain't ever gonna catch me though
Skeletons in my closet I call all those my stepping stones
So you better know that I'm set to go
At the drop of a hat, I just swept the floor
Rap game fucked up, but I step to show
That ain't nothing gonna stop me from my ending goals (Nah)
Which are
Train the future generations to be used to all the fakeness
Use their minds for something useful cuz it's useless to be brainless (Durr)
You fucking idiot
Like, are you serious?
New mixtape out, they're like "Hear this shit!"
I do not fuck with it
Period
Every track sound the same
Say "They whack, they all lame"
"I'm the crack in this game"
Bitch you on crack mane
Sounding like
(Interlude - Three-Six Mafia Sample & BreeZie)
The chicken weed
Pick out the seeds
The heat is hittin' me
Me need to cruise we gotta have it (The same old shit)
Don't want to cabbage
We hate that babbage
Like savage (But me)
We-we-we wanna, the marijuana (I'm asking like, can you)

(Chorus)
Gimme somethin new
Gimme-gimme somethin new
Show me it ain't true
Man just show me it ain't true
I said, I said
G-G-Gimme somethin new
Gimme-gimme somethin new
Show me it ain't true
That you could do it like my crew

(Verse 2)
I said, I said
I-I-I-I-I'm so sick of the same thing (Yeah)
Gold wrists and the gang bang (What?!)
And the bang bang, squad
Nigga, fuck that
I'd rather come back with an unlatched
Sawed-off shotgun and then pump that (*Gun Cock*)
Point it at the people tryna make a buck fast
Off of no substance in their dumb raps
Fuck it (*Gun Shot*)
Let them live, just to see them disappear (Gone)
When I spit I can see imminent fear
I don't really even care, do you
When you see me in the air all you'll hear is "Boo-hoo"
You shoulda tried to be original, not gimmick bro (Who are you?)
Too busy lying, I'm just tryna reach my pinnacle
When I get there Imma lift it further (Goin' up) (Hah!)
While you flipping burgers
And just twisting herbs up
Snakes in the grass, y'all just sittin' gerbils
Lunch-food
I'm out to be one of the greats (Wattup?)
So when I die you'll see me performin' above the gates
Chillin', what a feeling (Hah)
That I did something right for the millions (Wattup y'all)
Of people in this world thinking just like me
Imma hone-in on that with a sick idea (What's that?)
Imma teach you all to think before you rap it through (But why?)
So that every time you do, you'll hear me asking you
To
(Chorus)
Gimme somethin new (Oh, okay)
Gimme-gimme somethin new (Haha, yeah)
Show me it ain't true
Man just show me it ain't true (Could you do that, like for me?)
I said, I said
Gimme somethin new
Gimme-gimme somethin new (Not the same old recycled shit, like just)
Show me it ain't true
That you could do it like my crew

(Outro)
FADED Gang
GUSFSS
Biatch
TayPro
BreeZie
It's another one