New Niggas - Drakeo The Ruler

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