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They get mad every time that I drop, I'm making nothing but mufucking hits
When I'm back in NY I just cop exotic 'Za, clothes and just rest at the Ritz
Opals, white gold in my mouth, ice in my mouth make me talk with a lisp
I'm alternative but I'm a little still hood, roll a blunt and then listen to Wisp
The 'Knocks' in my bag turn that boy to a crisp
Cease to exist
Nowadays no one 'wan fight with they fists
If he move like a snake, we 'gon pop if he hiss
My ZaZa plug Haitan, I call him "Baptiste"
My codeine plug Creole I call him "Lafitte"
Keep talking shit, knock that boy out, bonne nuit
The boy tried to run off fast quick, La vite
Italian bro look like Danny Devit'
He said "Call my line whenever you need the heat"
Dominican mama, she live in the V
She from the 'ville, so I know she a freak
I need a boricua from BX, on me
If she look like Ms. Gaston, I'll get on my knee
Ring, finger, like fuck do you mean?
I'll still sign the prenup, I can't trust a treesh
If I cuff on Ms. Gaston I'm yelling out "Sheesh"
Walking out of the crib with a limp, Yung Gleesh
I was broke for so long now its straight Nouveau Riche
I'll burn a bridge if you move like a leech
If he moving cheesy, we'll cook him like Quiche
My Gothic bitch low-key a Freak On A Leash
Mafioso vibes when you be talking to me
Play with my emotions, you dead, capeesh?
Them man are not rappers, they're Brainrot, Skibidi Toilet
I was outside with a browning rusty ting and I never 'wan oil it
Bagging up on Pebs at Jay and Frank's re'ing up in Micky D's toilets
Re'ing up on an onion, dash in the bludclart pot, bistro man, boil it
OT life, the Bando smelt like fish-heads
I was 'tryna bark my spliggz but the nitty want Bits & Bobs, he a Bisshead
And I couldn't post up on the block 24s, surrounded by tramps & dickheads
Remember that day that the yard got booted off, had to dash off on the Pizz'ed
Was in the T listening to Linkin Park
My bredrin said we got shortage shortage, now it's brown sugar mixed in with the dark
He said Ian won't know a difference apart
Set up shop on corners, no Kwik-E Mart
You ever seen grown man get sparked?
You ever seen a man get poked no dart?
You ever seen Arm & Hammer turn Johnsons Baby Powder to something hard?
Didn't wear no Nike's, Chucks and Marts
I was just baking off with the Emos, waiting for reloads on ganja halves
My Emo custy said he wants Xans, 'cause his girlfriend cheated and broke his heart
My Emo custy said he wants Xans, Red Devil, Green Hulks won't heal his heart