NYC WITH FELONS Lyrics
Yeah, I was just listenin’ to it, on everything
Run, I bet he—, run, you get
Niggas know that we step right on they play
Huh, bro said he get play (Damn, 1gbaby)
Grab that fuckin’—, grab that knife—, aha, boom, flaow
Boom-boom-boom-flaow
[Chorus]
Yeah, paid bro to chase ‘em, better not run
Huh, told him, “We don’t bullshit, Kia Soul snatch up your son”
BK say, “I’m in Times Square with that stick”
Day1 hangin’ off the moped, fifty rounds plus twenty sticks
[Verse 1]
Creep up, all he heard was, “Come here”
Matte black SS Chevy’s down for soul snatcher
I make niggas get low with that stick, fuck with them four crackers
Fucked up with that Drac’, five to the chest, I make him walk backwards
Who that is inside that white truck?
Fuck that shit, lil’ bruh, just blow
Cold as hell outside, my clip pack heated inside my coat
[Chorus]
Yeah, paid bro to chase ‘em, better not run
Huh, told him, “We don’t bullshit, Kia Soul snatch up your son”
BK say, “I’m in Times Square with that stick”
Day1 hangin’ off the moped, fifty rounds plus twenty sticks, yeah
Forgiato holdin’ up the V12, this a big body
Micro stick inside this Chevy box, I feel like Ricch Roddy
Yeah, caught him down bad chillin’ in the ‘partments, lil’ bruh, time to swing
Told him, “Choose a gun, you pick the wrong one, you get shot, bitch”
New York smokin’ Hot, bitch
Told him he can’t stop shit
Homi’ truck, play with a stick, slide Aspen blastin’ hot shit
[Chorus]
Yeah, paid bro to chase ‘em, better not run
Huh, told him, “We don’t bullshit, Kia Soul snatch up your son”
BK say, “I’m in Times Square with that stick”
Day1 hangin’ off the moped, fifty rounds plus twenty sticks, yeah