New Fashion Lyrics - 5150 Ratchet - Hurricane Chris

[Verse 1] 

I'm 18 in a s550 platinum on 22 inches 

Dem haters say they goin' back me 

Tell them haters come get with me 

I'm finna run tha game, these other rappers lame 

Only thing they rapping about is they watches and they chain 

I'm a beast with it, that's why I'm finna run da south 

I been listenin' to these niggas run they mouth but that's bout it though 

I'm cut throat, to the meat show 

And eyes fold lame niggas like a peep show 

Fake on me and watch how quick I hit yo block and get respect 

And I'm 51 50 so fake on me I break yo neck 

And whoever got a problem with somethin' da boy say 

Found out where dem boys stay I hop out in broad day 

Oh yea you got a vest then I'm goin for the face 

You heard about Louisiana boy that's where I stay 

You gotta be ready to go to war like everyday 

And if you ain't goin' come outside nigga that's just how we play 

Take a trip to my side that ain't cool that ain't straight 

So you come through stuntin' and get somethin' put in your face 

Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate 

Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate (like that huh) 

[Hook: x2] 

I guess that's the new fashion 

All of these rap niggas actin' like (acting like) 

It's me and I'm a make em quit rappin' 

I'm from Louisiana I ain't with that slick packin' (Yea) 

[Verse 2] 

Somebody tell me why most of these niggas actin' like hoes 

And the hoes in the game be realer than most niggas 

How many faces you got I mean ma nigga come on 

You be a different person everytime the tv come on 

Nigga that ain't real if you ask me they be fakin' 

Come cross me with that talk and I'll send you on a vacation 

Ma niggas from Louisiana ain't loss everything 

So they stay ready to cock choppers back and let em go bang (get em up) 

Blocka blocka big bang spittin' out dat big old thang 

Artillery by the pound shit that will blow up a train (pow!) 

Better stay in yo lane pop dat trunk and get that thang 

Put a beam on em and tell em make them nikes do they thang 

Why is the world infested with bodies rookies and pussys 

Grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies 

Dey grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies 

Niggas grown as man but dey act like dey got nookies (huh?) 

[Hook: x2] 

[Verse 3:] 

So what's hot out in the streets huh (huh?) 

You got a problem with a nigga but 

You handle all your problems over beats huh 

Nigga yous a beat punk 

You get yo ass straight stole, quick fast 

Play with us and you gon' sleep for months 

(Nigga you gon' sleep for months) 

Creepin' in this rear view mirror and raise dem heaters up 

Raise dat desert eagle up 

Wanna know the truth a lot of these niggas childish 

Hoppin' on dem tracks and really think dey wildin' 

I rep that L O U I S I A N A da state 

Where dey holla ay bay bay and keep a clip off in dey safe 

And these rappers, they actin' like faggots 

I feel like ice cube man these niggas need a daddy 

Pokin' out dey chest and always actin like dey bad 

While I'm snappin' like a pit ready to get off in dey ass 

51 50 we ten toes deep like that 

You know me I keep dem lame ass niggas on blast! (like dat) (huh) 

[Hook: x2]