New York Shit

Hahaha Aw, man I got a nine on my waistline I ain't thinkin' 'bout you bitch ass niggas no more You could help a nigga out, he gon' still talk shit And turn around and want more I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (get the f*ck up out my face) I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (when the last time we talked?) I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (nah, I don't need your number) I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (monkeys out, nigga) No more F*ck around and get hit up (facts) Mom prayin' like, "Please, baby, get up" (get up babe) Niggas see your wounds, turn around and spit up (ill) I ain't playin', Donnie came to f*ck shit up, yeah This is that raw shit, New York Winter time in front of the store, shit Burnin' my weed with a stashbox real close (what up, nigga?) Ear to the street, my lyrics, you could feel a pulse (feel a pulse) Put your glass up, let's have a toast (salute) Twenty years in this game, me, Kiss, and Ghost (L-O-X) We stay away from them corny rappers that do the most Gangstas, our careers ain't even close, yeah Don't make me bust you, nigga Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga You let your feelings out when you drunk Beef come, you run and hide like a fuckin' punk, yeah Top of the mornin' Gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin' I had to talk to my young boy before he get life Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right Word, that's the same shit that I was sayin' Gotta watch these niggas how these niggas be anglin' Make 'em see stars so I start banglin' Abduct these cowards out like they got ganged in I said f*ck me, I feel the same then Talk behind my back and when you see me, wanna make friends Fake type dudes, no love, no loyalties 'Spect us when you see us, this hip-hop royalty The crown secure and I got a tip (word) With the clips filled, the wrong word'll get you killed Q.b. Reppin', ain't a thing changed Grown man, see y'all niggas out playin' kid games Twenty-twenty comin', things realer than it ever been People are co-signin' shit y'all peddlin'? Me and Sheek on a whole other wavelength On point with it, let them fake niggas stay bent (yeah) Don't make me bust you, nigga Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga You let your feelings out when you drunk Beef come, you run and hide like a fuckin' punk, yeah Top of the mornin' Gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin' I had to talk to my young boy before he get life Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right (yeah) Still keep guns in the panel Shot him through his flannel out the pocket of my Louis camo Niggas say what's up but can't stand you We call 'em New York undercovers, them nigga's done been cancelled You know me, a little Wraith, a hot bitch Pharrell Chanel slides, I'm bumpin' that Pac shit My daughter seen a squirrel, said, "Look, dad, a chinchilla" Up in the Bronx, born killers, we been realer (been realer) I catch a body like that nigga shotty Run up in your lobby with the mini shotty, body everybody Black turtleneck, black roddy Had to get me on the tax, Joe Crack's the black Gotti I pop shit 'cause they can't stop me Who, him? He can't rob me Your bitch a damn thottie You know these raps, they be physical You could feel it though I know they said it, but he live it though Don't make me bust you, nigga Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga You let your feelings out when you drunk Beef come, you run and hide like a fuckin' punk, yeah Top of the mornin' Gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin' I had to talk to my young boy before he get life Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right