Wug - New Strain Lyrics

New apartment top floor just to peep the scene
Bad bitch roll the wood face made by maybelline
Youngin' bout his hustle he even serve the family feins
Love the she cook them eggs & stash that work up in her jeans
Turn a mission to missionary she say I'm in her spleen
Get lost in the trap when it's all about the green
Mind the business that pays my rent how I blend the scene
If you got the clientele you know I got what you need
She kick you to the side of you bout them petty games
You know them real niggas bout they money we not the same
I'm in ya life baby excuse that lame
Eww she don't do no lames