Lyrics
Yo
Yo, yo
Yo
Yo, it's gettin' hotter, Barker in the flesh
Yo, he get malicious with it, more or less
Yo, he get suspicious, man, you know the rest
Yo, hearts absent in these rapper's chest
Yes, he is resilient if you go reflect
Blessed, them goons holdin' but they on they best
Yo, so when you see 'em better show respect
It's Hanzarelli, had them grizzlies come and get you pressed
Yo, you mother fuckers, y'all ain't actin' right
Y'all niggas spendin' all the paper, y'all ain't trappin' right
Ain't no other way to say it, shit is black and white
I have you on the train to Georgia like you're Gladys Knight
Whoa, he the conductor, fuckers pay the price
He like a drunk trucker blowin' through the traffic lights
Y'all like some blood suckas, busters in your blood type
The shadow figure push the button, make y'all outta sight
Yo, y'all know what type of time we on
Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on
Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on
Yo, y'all know what type of time we on
Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on
Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on
Yo, respect the juk, y'all ready know
Yo, I'm burnin' kush, keep that Reggie though
Yo, I'm talkin' bush, y'all so petty though
You in the town, you can get around, no merry go
Whoa, boy, I shred 'em up, confetti throw
I'm runnin' circles around your circle, who said he oh
Staten, welcome to the island, we ready, yo
We Getty, yo, and we part Italians, SpaghettiOs
Yo, I'm 'bout my fetti, that heavy dough
Just let me blow, every forecast is heavy snow
Burr, if Method freezin', I bet he froze
Burr, one with every season, I bet he cold
Forty below let the forty blow while I'm stealin' forty belows
After forty years old, yeow
Not metaworld but metaflow
And these are tests, try and catch the metaphor