BOBBY CREEKWATER - Brand New Creek lyrics

rate me

[Intro:]

You know, upside down crown clique, motherfucker, yeah!

I know it’s different, you know

But shit, I’m good, I can adjust, man!

Here we go!

Riding in a car I’m supposed to drive

With a fine young lady who’s suppose to blow, aha

Rolling up the weed I’m supposed to roll

It’s the dictator bitch, you’re supposed to know!

No wolf gang cold like Kosovo

Cuffs links hard, bottoms in the gentleman’s…

Most of these MCs need a growing mind

But if the check is on beat then the hoes above, yeah!

Watch a… hell of interns

Wandering around with a title that they didn’t earn

Turned up on space, man you’re taking up space

Motherfucker probably never should have…

But don’t hate, get your money, my nigga!

Now you’re trying to be funny, my nigga

If the gun goes popping and the bullet comes out

Hear your dumb echo cry, outrunning my nigga?

For real? Man, let me chill!

Back when I was home and the phone used to flip

And the Chevy used to dip and my uncle used to drink

Grind heavy on the regular

The nigga never knew the meaning of word silk (bang)!

Go and take a trip!

Back to the A, back in the day when a nigga went pop, no sir!

Back to a time we wanna drive way

I’ve been… we’re great, bro!

Rumors don’t lie, the past don’t either

Now I’m… right up a caught tiger

King of the jungle, smart as a gumble

Looking for something quiet find it like a plumber

I don’t got a crew, we smoke like an assemble

I got a young diva, long hell like a puzzle

Peace in my heart, but I wheep like a sucker

Nigga, I don’t put it soft, feel it down when it stumble, gone!

[Outro:] (x2)

Here it go!

Also tight up to this shit, man

We gonna by off in this shit, man..

Upside down crown clique, man!