| Girl I do the dash, I’m maneuvering |
| Wavy frames, I can’t see you, I’m the newer me |
| Your friend like me, watch her entertain my newer me |
| If your fans like me for my image you will tour me |
| Off some muddy, I’m with Sawbuck, He on skrrt skrrt |
| Supreme shawty, I am looking like a Lookbook |
| Do the dash, got em stashed, know how crooks look |
| Don’t care who you are, no passes boy your shit took |
| Man look, now I’m a newer me |
| Finesse the nigga he on joe line talking bout suing me |
| New phone, who dis? Another newer me |
| This bitch talking bout call my phone, what you gone do for me? |
| Ain’t know I had the semi like the newer me |
| Geeking bitch, I’m in her face she still pursuing me |
| Three phones, One off, give out that number |
| I can’t talk, too busy, this my trap number |
| I think I missed my flight being a newer me |
| Another mood swing just when she thinks she’s used to me |
| Then I switch up with a newer me |
| Then I hit her with a newer me |
| Still finding newer mes |
| Newer me energy |
| Still finding newer me |