new york freestyle Video (MV)

Count the money up, I'm tryna expedite it
I was outside in a V8, swervin'
I don't even got me a license

Half of the hoes I know want me on the low
I'm way too enticing
My girl getting whatever she wants
The ho started calling me Bryson
I was drilling on the left and right
My brother started calling me Mikan
Just like the summer, I'm heating back up
And you know that I'm changing the climate

And I had to deal with the trauma when I was youngin
Shoutout to Marty
I gotta keep it P, no Diddy
So I'm never going to parties
Already forgot about all of your wrongs
A little too late for a sorry
You tryna sweep it up under the mat
Baby, I'm Crazy, Jeff Hardy

Put her name in my phone as a nickname
Got me calling her Grippi
Put this barrel to your head like a mohawk
Buddy started looking like Vini
I'm in this ho like it's Monsters, Incorporated
I'm in your boo, Kitty
Shoutout that man from Toronto
You act like my son, drop and give me 50

I see the future like Pluto
I'm in a coupe with two hoes
Buddy was happy with his perfect family
We're sending that boy to a group home
And I'm never worried about none of my jewelry
'cause everything here is a two-tone
And all of my rocks are related like Jimmy and Jey So I call 'em the Usos

Give that man an OSO
Like he was with special agents
99 on my back, I'm AD
Rushing the pocket, no patience
I've just been making my mark with permanent ink
You can't erase it
I did it myself, and you tryna differ from the truth
But you need to face it

I gotta get me a snorkel and goggles
'cause I'm tryna dive in her ocean
And I'm never worried about none of my plans
'cause I already put 'em in motion
All these haters be riding my tip
They stay on my body like lotion
Sipping on Wok that a witch made
Had me thinking I was sipping on potions

Jay gon' lay the Mac down
I'm tryna get to the cheese
Half of y'all paying to text her phone
Buddy, I hit it for free
That old flow was getting too old
I had to go up the degree
Turned 16 on June 5, June 6
I got the whip with no keys

This ho stay on her knees
I smoke a wood in the woods, no trip
We gon' leave blood on the leaves
I knew I would make it before I had started
But nobody else would believe
Every snake I came across got Fox 5'd
Shoutout Lil Keed
I had a plan for life
I got all the things that I knew I would need
I hold up two fingers and walk past the cops
'cause they never findin' the piece

Baby, I'm getting this chicken
Baby, this chicken ain't little
I'm tryna put some cake on the beef
Just like a McDonald's McGriddle
All of the people that never supported
I'm about to go and belittle
Told 'em the numbers in my bank account
They look like I told a riddle

Look like I told 'em a joke
Better be wise with them pennies you got
'cause I might just make you float
I just be standing and dancing in the rain
Why would I need me a coat?
Better not shoot below the neck, you miss
I come for your throat

Don't let my name fool you
Swear to God you ain't gettin' no love
All my money, my stuff too priceless
Won't ever go to no one
I seen death in front of my eyes, lil' boy
I ain't worried about guns
I'm back in New York, don't try me
Little boy are you dumb?