New Era Lyrics – DC2Trill

Read the full New Era lyrics by DC2Trill along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Dc2trill’s music, you can also explore MILLIONAIRE and Kane and Take, two other songs by Dc2trill.

[Intro]
(Phew, phew)

[Verse 1]
Half a mil’ in all blues, this s*it feel like Act came back (Phew, phew)
I should buy me some IHOPs, stay with some syrup but my case stay stacked
Asked for a burger and steak came back
Hood rat s*it, I forgot where she at (Yuh)
Stay with the gooners, I’m used to that (Eh, eh)
I was on a walk, I was out of love, I was thinking ’bout ending this s*it (S*it)
I love my brother, he was by my side, back then he would treat me like piss (Like piss)
I’m thinking clear, that money came, I just had to un-ball my fist, I seen him
Four years down the drain, I seen it
Don’t express your pain, I see it
Gas off, momma crying, s*it, I wish I was John Cena
.25 stuffed in the Sprinter, I seen it
Too many fake ass brothers, I seen it
You made my beats but you switched up
How you gon’ change on a n!gga who-
Pu*sy

[Chorus]
I’m going overload, I’ll call you when I’m back again
We ain’t racing to no finish line, I beat her back again
You a pot sipping pu*sy boy, that s*it showing, twin
Twenty bad b!tches on a yacht, I call that showboating (Ya, yuh)
(??) a couple bricks, to my man like I elbowed it (Ya, yuh)
I just fu*ked this bad b!tch, she was L boner (Yuh)
Damn I mean albino, that my bad
S*it, I’m high, I think this b!tch from China
Your music trash, your fit trash, s*it, I can’t co-sign it (Pu*sy)

[Verse 2]
Pull up spaceship crawling like Invader Zim (Spaceship crawling)
N!gga swimming with the fishes, well get rid of him
While I’m on the subject, fu*k how I’m feeling (Fu*k ’em)
Wouldn’t fly that b!tch to Westwood if my name was Tim (Promise)

I ain’t worried ’bout that b!tch, that pu*sy lackluster
Riding with a street sweeper, that b!tch Ghostbusters (Clean ’em up)
I can’t even hear your language, you cheap talking (Pu*sy)
I’ma keep working my anger up, just keep bossing (Working)
Put my brand on everything, 2T cup (2T)
I advise you not to (??) (I advise em)

[Verse 3]
Must be (??), stay with propane (Huh)
Glock got accessories, ain’t worried ’bout a thang
N!ggas told me stop switching my beats
Stop switching on your hoes (The fu*k)
Stop switching on your bros (The fu*k)
And go and get some rolls (The fu*k, pu*sy)

[Verse 4]
Top floor, lots of cash, we treat this s*it like (??)
2T, new era, doing what they couldn’t (2T)
You should sign to New Era with all that cap you doing
You should look into signing to Polo G ’cause u cap a lot
Boobie trap, parking by the dock, the sun out
(??), are you in or are you out? (Pop it, b!tch, pop it)
2T be a go, she gon’ rep it like a (??)
FUBU on my pants, but I put ‘tega on my coat, pu*sy
Three-five when I smoke, pu*sy
She know I’m a GOAT, pu*sy
She know I got a lot of sons, I’ma claim ’em ’cause I don’t know, pu*sy
3TG, 2TE, know we trained to go, pu*sy
30K for the 2T pendent, time to step it up, dummy

[Verse 5]
Sold out shows, stupid
My folks be on go, stupid
Flawless in my mouth, stupid
With a little bit of gold, stupid
(??) n!gga getting money, I don’t know why
I done made a clear Sprite look like a black eye
Maybach truck, Bentley truck, I know the type of guy
I be dodging bad hoes, s*it, they worth it sometimes
I can spend like 50K, s*it, at any given time
Brodie seen the blues, then got the blues, he started question life
My partner was a no show on the match, so I poured up twice
I massage her while I hit it from the back, I be too nice

[Outro]
I’m going overload, I’ll call you when I’m back again
We ain’t racing to no finish line, I beat her back again
You a pot sipping pu*sy boy, that s*it showing, twinI’m going overload, I’ll call you when I’m back again
We ain’t racing to no finish line, I beat her back again
You a pot sipping pu*sy boy, that s*it showing, twin
Twenty bad b!tches on a yacht, I call that showboating
(??) a couple bricks, to my man like I elbowed it (Ya, yuh)
I just fu*ked this bad b!tch, she was L boner
Damn I mean albino, that my bad
S*it, I’m high, I think this b!tch from China
Your music trash, your fit trash, s*it, I can’t co-sign it
(Ya, ya, yuh)