Lyrics:
ain't never party with a muthafuckin thug
Pull up in that vet, lookin like a Demon
Smoking weed with a bitch that looks like Billie Eilish
I karate chop
to the grocery store
Hop out the door
Jaws all hit the floor
I got the ladies all screaming 'till they vocal cords don't work no more
They all adore
I'm in my Ford
gone
And nobody screams
She couldn't survive
Her fifteen minutes of fame
Her friends are all gone
She's going insane
She'll never survive
but it's sold by white faces
And we get more trouble than the water that we wade in
But they brought education
Right
Our gold is what they're taking
Look
Imagine an island where the party never ends
Where it's less about money and it's more about friends
Where the vibes can't done
It's less
don't know me, dog
My humble beginnings should humble you all
I won this competition but I
Know that everybody killed it
So I brought them along, we all
say "that trust'll get you killed"
Hollow tips for bald heads we call Them bullets Little Bill
When its hot outside I bet this ice will Give em' chills
gang violence police tryna keep them silenced
When all they all really need is a little help and guidance
The world's gone stupid kill me or be killed
to cancel
Your prior engagements
It's crazy, how you rap streets
That shit got us all in disbelief just rap
We don't wanna hear that bullshit Shareef
This
that. Pretty
personal. Real ruff copy. It's the only one we got. You know what I
mean? I think y'all really love the story. People are nosey and want
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
We in the hotel lobby
Don't gotta tell nobody
We at the after party
The after party
Yeah don't tell nobody that we up to something
I want your body
to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome Tecs, nickel plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing
to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome Tecs, nickel plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing
want to go to hell though
I been out here hustling trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
little homies on the street know my name
things
Go head and spit that shit back, nobody's listening
Just rolled up to this party got these bitches on the molly
Sippin' on Barcardi and we're hardly
somethin' I never forget
Ain't nobody give me nothin', ain't nobody tell me shit
Big ol' drip
Okay, now we already done did our thang
Yo and can't
bit of salt with a little bit of lime
This party going crazy yeah we all feeling amazing
This party going crazy we should do it on the daily yeah
Never
Throw your shots up in the air one time
Little bit of salt with a little bit of lime
This party going crazy yeah we all feeling amazing
This party going
we got these ladies and tables all cleaned off.
Man let's come on in here and party tonight man, come on.
some things
Go head and spit that stuff back, nobody's listening
Just rolled up to this party got these chicks up on a trolley
Sippin' on Barcardi
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
a Black Beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
picture, larger scheme, happening see
You gotta wake up your mind before it's too late to be
We all got problems, just gotta solve em
It's pretty simple
Stop
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