[Lyric] New Flavor Old Taste (Culture Candy)

[Intro]
Huh, what, huh, what
Huh, what, what, what, what
She ain't make my list I don't bang it
She ain't on my list I don't bang it
She ain't on my list I don't bang it
What, bitch

[Hook]
If she ain't on my list, I don't bang it
The nuts on my pistol stay hangin (x4)

[Verse 1: Burnkas]
Guns slangin, nuts hangin, fuck swangin, guns rangin
Buds rainin, killin Satan going super saiyan no mental patient
I be aiming for the stars no constellation
I was held behind bars no pot to piss in
I was off of them bars tryna rob your best friend
I ain't writin these bars, these stars is written
Rims spinnin, chain glisten, 20 vixens, limo squishin
Fuck yo block we gon party on it
Fuck these cops we gon start a riot
Nuts on my Glock don't make me bust it
Watch who you with cause you might get busted
Huh, what, I be bangin so hard I don't like gettin instructions
Huh, what, who you know doin drive-bys with the muskets
Shooting from afar but I'm making buckets
Make a chan for the deez niggas snitch in public
Fuckin with me you could make my hitlist
Shawty wanna fuck but ain't make my hitlist
I ain't tryna fuck but I'll take the biscuits
Go and play with my nuts I'ma make you lick it
[Hook]
If she ain't on my list, I don't bang it
The nuts on my pistol stay hangin (x4)

[Verse 2: Drownmilli]
Call the shots like El Chapo
Easter lay with the vatos
Ice on me like my rocks froze
I like big beams yeah we got those
Don't fuck with me I keep the chop close
You gon fuck around it's closed case
Know them bad bitches they just pump face
We don't know better they just gon chase
We done speed it up there is no brakes
Livin too fast saying no grace
Meeting new people with an old face
With a new flavor with a old taste
Tryna break free with a gold chain
Nigga blow up diggin cocaine
Livin 9 nines playing no games
I got nobody I got no plaints

[Hook]
If she ain't on my list, I don't bang it
The nuts on my pistol stay hanging (x4)