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[where the huntIntro]
New World
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New Order
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[Verse 1: Meechy
All the homies say I'm brain
Amen, smoke weed, talk
All these be on pain meds
So why should I give a how to fit
Heard you don't even gang
But you're twisting up the fingers in the
Know you gotta a good aim
When shooting from the whip
New Order, baby baby
Please work smarter, instead of
New World Order
The is mine, so why the fuck would I give you a portion
New World
No calm shit, revolvin', bust guns that riots
Booty so round and soft, I a palm print
I'm Schwarzenegger, leather, shotty under armpit

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy
New Order
New World

New Order
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Rebel with no cause, homie to the slaughter

[Verse 2: Juice]
Ain't no rivalry, no hide and seek
Bang bang, you than me
Another rapper, a bunch of chatter
Come my way 'til the boat sink
My gets unusual, [?] talking about the usual
It's in my blood, in my heart
You niggas out here, dressing like thots
I'm really out here, eating with some
baby girl slurp me like some pasta
Hotel looking a trap house
Tour bus like a frat house
I like the way she looking her ass out
She [?] mad now
it AK, nigga bring the bands out
It's a New Order, we the gang now

[Chorus: Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko]
New World
New World

New World
New Order
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New World
New Order
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Rebel wuph no cause, welcome to the slaughter

[Verse 3: Erick Arc
You know we history
Burn light, hickory
Niggas ain't to me
I bet you offend you, mental, I bend you
Shit is so raw, you read it on your Kindle
on the mental, slice face, ginsu
On some Heath Ledger shit, smash pencil
Copying my
Soaking up the swag that I excude, so excuse my next move All the best do their own stunts
I'm going harder on cold fronts
Roll blunts, kickin' where the crows hunt
[?]
up in the clouds, never seen my nose run
Don't front, not a you can pose on
Something for ass, and a glass you can toast on
Boy you got the scope on and he raisin' arms
Can't keep it concealed, know we show gun

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Darko]
New Order
New World

New World
New Order
New Order
New World
New World
New Order
Rebel with no cause, homie to the slaughter