Lyrics:
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
Blue Razz, Blue Razz, lemonade vape in the gob
Give us a toke toke, blowing smoke, baby girl bend it then bop
Ice cold, ice cold, sipping
richer
Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin
On by the noon time to buy me a new whip
On by the noon time to buy me a new whip
Hey Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Hey Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Hey Yah
your life pass you by)
Jealous ones still envy, nigga
(Weep not for the memories)
(I will remember you)
Cause I'mma kill you niggas
For fucking with me
from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New
I just drove by
Kept on, pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left, and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead, yo
So I continued to c1c
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Dizzy's back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily
Pressure
I'm on a new level been dealing with new devils shawty getting to jealous
I gotta move careful
Still calling me Blue Hefner
I'm on the move
Counting
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
And you already know the x is where the team be at
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat
Talkin' shit around the way and on the block
But never in my
copped the new Rolls the 50 cal two-toned
Crashed into a black Tesla
Copped the money blue jawn
Patek, no screw off
This shit nothin' new, God
Mess talks,
techniques
Just ride, not a damn lettin' these fools breathe
Pop peas, push keys, find a stash fo' yo cheese
Is it possible that laws might get jealous
Hell
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While,
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While,
sleepin'
the war is on kid and it won't last 'til the weekend
I'ma check around until I catch 'em
out there pumpin' on the block without his weapon
to do tha
kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it
we locked and we're doin' time
The flow Bistro like gravy fool
So you can get lady slewed by Baby Blue
Mega:
S.A.S., many brothers do rap like a new
runs too deep
cnd their hearts might sink or skip a beat with jealousy
I'm glad the jealous boy's not me
cnd oh my God when you walk by
I hear necks
When we was kids we had dreams to take it to the top
We buying back the block investments and them stocks
When we was kids we had dreams to take it
the streets grow worse
Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first
Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me
been a nuisance
Used to ride 'round in that blue whip clean
Rollin' like deuces
Wait now they asking like who is he?
Who is this new nig?
Block got a new
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