Lyrics:
a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got
Cold
Yep
Im that nigga in the city livin larger than life
Bumpin fabolous feelin fabulous
The say niiice
New black coupe
Nigga ridin in that
feels strange to say
I'm so caught up, 'cause I can't stand to admit
Cupid got good aim, your man has been hit
I'm the kind of brother
Who been
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
back out the driveway
I feel like KB
Sideways
I feel like
Stepping on the gas
I'm finishing in first
I used to only finish last
This that song
That you
can't nobody do it
Quite, like this (ay!)
Ay! Shades on, them Oakley's to be exact
Now when I sang my song, I'm a bring them hoes in the back
And you
can't nobody do it
Quite, like this (ay!)
Ay! Shades on, them Oakley's to be exact
Now when I sang my song, I'm a bring them hoes in the back
And you
the time i got off
I had a few more subscriptions on my channel
A few more views on my youtube, Yep
And i'm that dude with a new track
Coming back with
Right back yep you know we right back
Superstars everywhere so it's like that
Goin in go ham where the knife at
Only here for twenty four I'll be
Right back yep you know we right back
Superstars everywhere so it's like that
Going in go ham where the knife at
Only here for twenty four I'll be
holmes I'm back on my shit
I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips
Clappin' my fifth you the test me types
Comin' out wit a blade and get
the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an
Block-ay block-ay
[Fabolous]
Now if they get me on wire traces
I'm gonna die in com-stat
I got prior cases from
I'm movin' the chains
Tryin' to score so I could maneuver the Range
I hear police callin' my name, I ball in no lane
Tryin' to hit the wall, make
[Fabolous]
Yea
There's a lot of money over here
Ha Ha
That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
up
Fought back
This is where I'm at
Prevailing the roads
Who got the juice
Drum call!
Strapped with machetes
Willing to fight for what's mines
These
the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an
Block-ay block-ay
[Fabolous]
Now if they get me on wire traces
I'm gonna die in com-stat
I got prior cases from
holmes I'm back on my shit
I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips
Clappin' my fifth you the test me types
Comin' out wit a blade and get
and tell me i'm their best mate
Kick that little demon to the side, in your mind try and have a little faith, it'll end, hey
And I believe that, yep
Because
game, I'm movin the chains
Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range
I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane
Tryin to hit the wall, make
siento
I'm throwing away, this ungodly memento
And I'm coming back strong
From the cuts of these blades
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep
But I just need a hug
For
present
Raw presence, dog clever
Gold dog tags, tatted up
Tank tops, young niggas living fabolous
Cali hills, Cali weed
Nipsey give a nigga tree by the OZ
the bomb this is what I bet
Yep
It's like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platta' just to get you wet
You's about to get in somthin' you will never
(Chop, Chop)
Look I can take you to the top shorty you just gotta pay attention
You know I'm nothing like that other nigga
We surrounded by lollipops
Have faith in me I ain't bout to slow down cause they choosy
It feel like I'm back and I wouldn't trade it all
Look it's been a cold summer Imma bring
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