News or Something lyrics
You know how we be rockin’
You heardBright light shining all bright on the Bentley
Whip the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties Old school Chevy ’55 granddaddy Gotta throw some salt on it, ’cause you know I’m getting at it Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas Hope you didn’t do it to yourself, that’s tragic Hope you didn’t throw away what we establishedHope you wouldn’t turn your back on your family
The way a nigga look ’round here, they’ll back stab you Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy Coming through the cut like a known Grim Reaper ‘Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle Girl, hang on that strip with a four Desert EagleNothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
And where ya mans at? Heard that the Feds got ’em
I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side Gold Rolex, it’ll take your peripheral It’s a full moon in the middle of the day Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain’t gon’ see they next birthdayTell them young niggas grind
‘Fore you gon’ knock someone down If they gon’ shoot, then shoot something We better hear ’bout this shit on the news or something We better hear ’bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonderHoes getting X’d out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won’t say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won’t say nothing Niggas true to these clips, niggas won’t say nothingHad the Parkay jumping out the Pyrex
High definition glass on my pinky finger Niggas swimming in the water, no paddle Niggas tryna walk in my shadow Bought a bird on the bezel, I’m a well known rebel Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella You can turn this off and I can kick it acapellaWe work the frontstreet where mama said, “Don’t go”, we went there
Trap house embalmed with that crack, then we went there Shawty don’t fuck with these folks These niggas be telling these days, be telling these daysNothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
And where ya mans at? Heard that the Feds got ’em I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side Gold Rolex, it’ll take your peripheral It’s a full moon in the middle of the day Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain’t gon’ see they next birthdayTell them young niggas grind
‘Fore you gon’ knock someone down
If they gon’ shoot, then shoot something We better hear ’bout this shit on the news or something We better hear ’bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonderHoes getting X’d out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won’t say nothing True to these clips, niggas won’t say nothing Niggas true to these clips, niggas won’t say nothingAbout News or Something lyrics
Released:Â 2015
Album:Â DS3 : The Tape
Artist:Â Future