[Lyric] NEW EDITION (Quelly Woo)

[Intro]
(Patrick, you a lunatic)
Yeah, huh
(Straight)
Yeah, uh-huh
(Ice Digger)
Look

[Chorus]
Chrome Heart new edition (Yeah), G-Lock new edition
And it came with a switch, leave you swimmin' wit' the fishes
If we see a opp on the strip, don't gotta tell the ooter shit, he got intuition
Lift him, yeah, he gonna lift him, in the Yams, AMG, driftin'

[Verse 1]
I'm with the ooter on a mission
And we got the Mr. Keep Your Distance
I love my ooter, he efficient
Send shots with precision
Bend blocks with persistence
I got a dream, I got a vision
Diamonds water and they glistenin'
Baby, shake it to the rhythm, yeah
Baby, shake it to the rhythm
Baby, shake it to the rhythm, yeah
She gon' shake it to the rhythm
Ass fat, it might cause a collision
Baby, shake it to the rhythm
She gon' shake it to the rhythm, yeah
Pussy battle, competition
Ass fat, it might cause a collision, look
TP need a hundred million
Gang need a hundred billion
Bad bitch, she Brazilian
Good brain, brilliant
Yellow bone like the Simpsons
Throwin' bullets, Russell Wilson
Got a Glock in the Wilson
Make it sing like New Edition
[Chorus]
Chrome Heart new edition, G-Lock new edition
And it came with a switch, leave you swimmin' wit' the fishes
If we see a opp on the strip, don't gotta tell the ooter shit, he got intuition
Lift him, yeah, he gonna lift him, in the Yams, AMG, driftin'

[Verse 2]
I got a tan and you got a tan
So fuck it, we could have a standoff
Caught a opp and he ran off
His mother should’ve named him Randolph
Foreign baddie and her ass soft
I got it on me, better back off
So fuck it, we could have a standoff
One double-O, movin' like a task force
Never let a hard time fumble us
Remember winters, no coat
But I kept a tan, so I was bundled up
All of them hard times humbled us (Ice Digger)
Yeah, yeah
And that’s why we keep a gun with us
Dare a nigga fuck with us, woo

[Chorus]
Chrome Heart new edition, G-Lock new edition
And it came with a switch, leave you swimmin' wit' the fishes
If we see a opp on the strip, don't gotta tell the ooter shit, he got intuition
Lift him, yeah, he gonna lift him, in the Yams, AMG, driftin'