New York Shawty

I'm in New York, shawty My bougie bitch wanna go out to eat Say she want Calamari Fuck it, I'ma ride around with two Glocks We come with, beef like Hardee's Slime just came back from Detroit And he went buff the cartis Yeah, yeah Bitch can't do nothin' for me Then I can't do myself Nigga be all in them songs Act like Top Dog, they put him on the shelf I think bro got all his sliding moves From G.I. Joe, he movin' stealthy You wanna kill me, nigga Well, come and do it, pussy How wanna come to the stu with me Tryna eat this dick while I'm recording Riding' around with them Slimes and them Blazers Like we come from Portland Look, one of my opps died, it's a celebration Even though he ain't important Even though I wanna do that shit myself I'ma let Lil' Bro do it, yeah I'ma let Lil' Slime go get busy He tryna earn his stripes Act like he got a pussy Nigga, bitch, we gon' call him a dyke Four hundred dollars for a Palm Angels sweater Nigga, I'ma wear this one night He got mad, his bitch keep comin' to me She say I be hittin' it right Yeah, he just mad he can't relate to my music Cause he ain't got no money Gang tryna do this nigga like Mitch Get his lil' brother and treat em like Sonny Bitch, say y'all done pulled up mean Down the street, heard the engine roar I'm from a city so small You fuck around, end up in beef with your cousin Uh, yeah, yeah What the fuck they gon' do for me I can't do it for myself Nigga, I'm keepin' it goin', yeah I bet the bitch told you she ain't fuckin When she with me, I record it, yeah Nigga better duck when he see me I put a O on his head like Oregon Put that f-f-f-f on the back of that bitch He send a diss, ha-ha We just laugh at the shit I ain't no baby, but give me the baba I'ma try and pour up tris How the fuck you a boss, nigga Yeen ever send no hit You in the bleachers, I'm on the court You watchin' me ball and shit How the fuck nigga gon' jump from the porch He don't even got no stick I'm was chilling and they piss me off And now I'm back in the mix Take my worst song, put it with your best Nigga, it sound like a hit I'm in New York, shawty My bougie bitch wanna go out to eat Say she wanna Calamari Fuck it, I'ma ride around with two Glocks We come with, beef like Hardee's Slime just came back from Detroit And he went buff the cartis Yeah, yeah Bitch can't do nothin' for me Then I can't do myself Nigga be all in them songs Act like Top Dog, they put him on the shelf I think bro got all his sliding moves From G.I. Joe, he movin' stealthy You wanna kill me, nigga Well, come and do it, pussy