[Intro—A$AP Rocky]
You know these big mouth n***as don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead-in-the-street industry muthafuckas
Talkin' 'bout ''We can't eat,''
Talkin' 'bout ''We brand new guys,''
Tell them n***as ''Suck a dick!''

[Verse 01—A$AP Rocky]
I'm camo' down to my boxers
Gold teeth, a bathin' ape
Inner moves of my projects
Like monkeys, orangutan
Banana clip on that chopper
I hold heat, fingers bang
[?] better keep the peace
That little [?] brringading
I don't care if you glue
Or you red flaggin'
Hair swingin' my pants saggin'
Hoes all on my bandwagon
Your bitch gaggin' she jet laggin'
On my cuz n***a what's crackin'
On my blood n***as what's poppin'
I ain't set trippin' I just have no click-clackin'
You mismatchin' fuck swaggin' you been jackin'
Fuck fly I am fashion
Try'ina cop that Benz wagon
My bitch drive and my friend scratch it
N***as threat with the chit-chat
See a n***a don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden
So talk money, Pig Latin
[Chorus] x2
Brand new clip
Brand new 9 (Piece)
Brand new bitch
Brand new ride (Peace)
Brand new weed
Brand new high
Brand new [?]
Meet the brand new guys

[Verse 02—ScHoolboy Q]
[?-4-5] be the big toy
Now which n***a want it wit' the phat boy
Euh, clipped up like I'm paranoid
High as hell n***a Fitzroy
Pullin' off (yeah) through the city like erk
Seen that whole n***a like erk
Hopped up on a n***a like merk
Put that pussy n***a in a purse (Yeah)
You wouldn't be the first (Yeah)
Covering your dirt (Yeah yeah)
Put 'em in the ground, n***as down to earth
And act up n***a I been down since birth
Backpack full'a random work
Two bad hoes I'll teach ya how to jerk
(Teach ya how to jerk)
Swaggin' in my [?]
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave
(Pussy a rave)
My prerogative ways
Nappy [?] with the brand new fade
Brand new n***a with a brand new V
Sold that bitch out should'a made that hoe bigga
Killin' charisma these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this n***a
Put with a Gat and a dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twistin' her weave, diggin' her out
Just feelin' her out, do all that shit you be talkin' about
While you gone, shit, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven why you out there cuffin'?
You over there lovin', that bitch be my stuffin'
Like, like we really be fuckin'
(Ooo)
[Chorus] x 2

[Verse 03—ScHoolboy Q & A$AP Rocky]
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This muthafuckin' hoe [?]
Slap the hoe in 'til the clip get lost
Bitch I'm a boss, pulled up clean
Don't you hear the exhaust?
Got my tie on, crippin' on my eye on
Who I'm bout'ta fire on
(Crack game fucked up boy
Fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up boy
Fuck you think I trap for?
Ridin' round with that mask on
Like the Mac-attack with that strap on
Like a Shaq-attack on that backboard
Clap on, clap off)
Blue [?] in my backyard
(Red nose my bad bra)
Tight and full'a that hydro
(Pretty n***a no catwalk)
Big bird and yo big mouth
(Pussy n***a suck lead off)
I pulled up then skrt off
Fox shots he smeared off
(40-oz o' that Cristal
Rosé that Rick Ross)
Got it jumpin' like criss-cross
(Mismatchin' no jigsaw)
No horseplay when we quick draw
(Pussy n***a get a tip yo)
Hands up stick ya man's up
Ya time's up the new brand's up
(Flacko!/Q!)