Lyrics New Niggas - Drakeo The Ruler

New Niggas

I wanna sing y’all a brand new song I just wrote called, «Don't Trust Them New
Niggas Over There»
Sing along if you know the words
Ah-ah-ahem, a-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Don’t trust them new niggas over there
Leaving they nigga essence in the air
Them happy, nappy head niggas with their fingers on the trigger,
don’t trust them new niggas over there
(I get my work from the narco)
Shit, you know what’s going on
Don’t trust them new niggas over there
For real
Put this mud in your cup, let your mind race
Take these shots full of lead, not Bombay
«Just breathe,» the last words that his mom said
Did he die?
I told him, yeah, lil' John Wesley
The flu flammer, I’m a millionaire, crime pays
Silly opps, should’ve killed you up at John Mayer
No longer, but he living, no John Deere
Who fled the scene in a poncho?
That’s John Doe
A hundred pounds on a PJ, I’m Ralo
.223s, don’t you ever get too macho
Every time I sprint a lap, I left nachos
That’s Chip Skylark in the Frito van, parked up, you know the truth
Keep your secrets to yourself, I am not your best friend
Leave a comment on my 'Gram, you gon' get stretched after
Good vibes on the roof, now we eating catch platters
My mama told me as a kid, «Don't you ever trust niggas»
Keep your secrets to yourself, I am not your best friend
Leave a comment on my 'Gram, you gon' get stretched after
Good vibes on the roof, now we eating catch platters
My mama told me as a kid, «Don't you ever trust niggas»
'Cause niggas is broke, 'cause niggas is conniving
'Cause niggas’ll take your last if they can’t go outside with you
'Cause niggas is greedy, niggas wanna be on TV
'Cause niggas want everything you got, but won’t feed you
These niggas is broke, these niggas conniving
These niggas’ll take your last if they can’t go outside with you
These niggas is greedy, these niggas wanna be on TV
These niggas want everything you got, but won’t feed you
I don’t need new friends, I don’t meet new niggas
All these niggas see-through, I can peep right through 'em
Put the beatbox on him, made him sing like Tory
I don’t trust you, don’t gotta trust me, but I’ma warn you
Shit, nigga
Don’t trust them new niggas over there
Shit, for real
She selling nudes up on OnlyFans (Shit, you never know why these niggas mad,
nigga mad 'cause his bitch on me, man)
How many dudes can control that anger?
(Shit, nigga, how many niggas you seen
get chipped over hoes?)
They wanna move, what you on right now?
(Shit, I got all the dough right now,
I’ll give you a smack)
7.62s on my phoneline ringing (Yeah, think I’m not shifty, I’ll blow one of you
stupid-ass niggas)
We take his mask off, I know that nigga (Shit, it be the niggas you closest to
that tryna backdoor you)
Family and news using throwback pictures (Shit, damn, where all that nigga
tattoos go?)
Don’t trust them new niggas (I don’t know that nigga, you keep that)
For real, mm
I don’t trust them new niggas over there, nigga (I don’t)
Shit, I don’t trust them old niggas over there, nigga, I don’t trust none of
these niggas (Over there)
Niggas are not to be trusted
Niggas are slimy, conniving, nigga (You know the truth)
You know the truth