NEW GEN Lyrics by K-Trap
(Feat. 36)
If it’s up and stuck there ain’t no discussions
All of us let it burn
You don’t know these ushers suited and booted
I could have got gunpowder on my cufflinks
See that boy? I’ma do him like Metro when he don’t trust them
Came from Holland, but, it’s a Russian, get in a car, they’ll go out cruising
New Gen, do it with a new Gen
Expect it, do it with the X’s, But I heard the OGs talk about the Susan
Bro, got nicked with a cocaine mountain, now he’s got a window sill of tunas
Yo
Bring 2 on a mission
We don’t need no extended clips before all the streamers, we done the clippings
Serious glides, done a car wash on the estate, as soon as they drive and spray the ride
Shoot outs, that’s one day, then it’s Paris, fashion, runway
Scoring on Saturday, gotta discuss the match tomorrow, that’s super Sunday
Super Sunday
Review the game
New ting, think I’m a dog heard I’ve got a dog in 2 estates
Oldest spin, but it’s got new laces I ain’t got fuss with rust
I’ll take it As long as they put up a sign with tape
If it’s up and stuck there ain’t no discussions
All of us let it burn
You don’t know these ushers suited and booted
I could have got gunpowder on my cufflinks
See that boy? I’ma do him like Metro when he don’t trust them
Came from Holland, but, it’s a Russian, get in a car, they’ll go out cruising
New Gen, do it with a new Gen
Expect it, do it with the X’s, But I heard the OGs talk about the Susan
Bro, got nicked with a cocaine mountain, now he’s got a window sill of tunas
I came from nowhere, done it discreet, popped out like 2 bit, throwing them lugers, 32 autos, 38 specials, different laces, I ain’t no shoe link
I got them small ones, that’s for the 2 things
I got buckshot, that’s for the broomstick hit with one of these men Kapoof em, get in this car then now I’m cutting
Declined that thing from the yardies heard it’s a bore true no I don’t trust it
Put the G on spray it stutters, link for the bine not far from Plumstead
I got foreign king mad accent
She needs help when she comes to Londres
Drop the roof in the port a fino in less than 7 I’m hitting a hundred
If it’s up and stuck there ain’t no discussions
All of us let it burn
You don’t know these ushers suited and booted
I could have got gunpowder on my cufflinks
See that boy? I’ma do him like Metro when he don’t trust them
Came from Holland, but, it’s a Russian, get in a car, they’ll go out cruising
New Gen, do it with a new Gen
Expect it, do it with the X’s, But I heard the OGs talk about the Susan
Bro, got nicked with a cocaine mountain, now he’s got a window sill of tunas
