Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ho, Ho, ayy, we out here in Brooklyn, we out here in Brooklyn
Coordinate up, coordinate up, some tight shit like that, some tight shit like that
I put all this shit in three hours, nigga Three hours, nigga
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Straight out the car from the Mallu car, pussy and money, I'm stackin' hearts
She begged for the dick and I ripped a part, you f*ckin' with me u is playa smart
I f*ck with your bitch and I dent the scar, they callin' it murder, I call it art
She open her legs and I fall apart, she lovin' the pain, I'm the god of dark
Hop out the whip like I hop out the boat, money the motive, I'm focused and gross
She want a taste so I bust in her throat, she got a sister, I'm f*ckin' them both
Gun on my hip, tell him I'm packin, I'm blessin' the clip
Weight on the table, I'm makin' it flip, bitches on deck and they wantin' to strip
I don't got friends, I got pussy and grips, packin' the Remy, I'm more than equipped
Choppin' up bodies, I'm talkin' the split, I double my money and triple the six
Prettier guy, prettier guy, G.R.I.M.M.Y the nigga, I'm more than just odd
I eat on the pussy like niggas eat pies, top of the game, I'm the cream of the crop
Talkin' that heat and we roughin' your spot, pull up in black and we run it like squat
Better be careful or wanna get caught, pussy ass niggas, we dressin' in dots
I ain't the nigga to f*ck with, metal on edge and I bust quick
Most of you niggas ain't bout shit, I'm buildin' myself and I won't quit
They doubtin' on me but it ain't shit, I been on my own, I'm a grown kid
Me and bitch niggas, we don't mix, pushin' myself to my legs and my soul give ain't
F*ck up my face with the petty-ass bullshit, I got a goal and I'm trappin' and bullin
Runnin' the daily, ain't nothin' I'm losin, lickin' out paint just to put in my music
Too many demons, my body be oozin, hate on my way, they can't f*ck with the movement
Say you ain't with it but full of delusions, say that I'll make it, I'm ready to prove it
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ho, Ho, ayy, we out here in Brooklyn, we out here in Brooklyn
Coordinate up, coordinate up, some tight shit like that, some tight shit like that
I put all this shit in three hours, nigga Three hours, nigga
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Straight out the car from the Mallu car, pussy and money, I'm stackin' hearts
She begged for the dick and I ripped a part, you f*ckin' with me u is playa smart
I f*ck with your bitch and I dent the scar, they callin' it murder, I call it art
She open her legs and I fall apart, she lovin' the pain, I'm the god of dark
Hop out the whip like I hop out the boat, money the motive, I'm focused and gross
She want a taste so I bust in her throat, she got a sister, I'm f*ckin' them both
Gun on my hip, tell him I'm packin, I'm blessin' the clip
Weight on the table, I'm makin' it flip, bitches on deck and they wantin' to strip
I don't got friends, I got pussy and grips, packin' the Remy, I'm more than equipped
Choppin' up bodies, I'm talkin' the split, I double my money and triple the six
Prettier guy, prettier guy, G.R.I.M.M.Y the nigga, I'm more than just odd
I eat on the pussy like niggas eat pies, top of the game, I'm the cream of the crop
Talkin' that heat and we roughin' your spot, pull up in black and we run it like squat
Better be careful or wanna get caught, pussy ass niggas, we dressin' in dots
I ain't the nigga to f*ck with, metal on edge and I bust quick
Most of you niggas ain't bout shit, I'm buildin' myself and I won't quit
They doubtin' on me but it ain't shit, I been on my own, I'm a grown kid
Me and bitch niggas, we don't mix, pushin' myself to my legs and my soul give ain't
F*ck up my face with the petty-ass bullshit, I got a goal and I'm trappin' and bullin
Runnin' the daily, ain't nothin' I'm losin, lickin' out paint just to put in my music
Too many demons, my body be oozin, hate on my way, they can't f*ck with the movement
Say you ain't with it but full of delusions, say that I'll make it, I'm ready to prove it
Coordinate up, coordinate up, some tight shit like that, some tight shit like that
I put all this shit in three hours, nigga Three hours, nigga
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Straight out the car from the Mallu car, pussy and money, I'm stackin' hearts
She begged for the dick and I ripped a part, you f*ckin' with me u is playa smart
I f*ck with your bitch and I dent the scar, they callin' it murder, I call it art
She open her legs and I fall apart, she lovin' the pain, I'm the god of dark
Hop out the whip like I hop out the boat, money the motive, I'm focused and gross
She want a taste so I bust in her throat, she got a sister, I'm f*ckin' them both
Gun on my hip, tell him I'm packin, I'm blessin' the clip
Weight on the table, I'm makin' it flip, bitches on deck and they wantin' to strip
I don't got friends, I got pussy and grips, packin' the Remy, I'm more than equipped
Choppin' up bodies, I'm talkin' the split, I double my money and triple the six
Prettier guy, prettier guy, G.R.I.M.M.Y the nigga, I'm more than just odd
I eat on the pussy like niggas eat pies, top of the game, I'm the cream of the crop
Talkin' that heat and we roughin' your spot, pull up in black and we run it like squat
Better be careful or wanna get caught, pussy ass niggas, we dressin' in dots
I ain't the nigga to f*ck with, metal on edge and I bust quick
Most of you niggas ain't bout shit, I'm buildin' myself and I won't quit
They doubtin' on me but it ain't shit, I been on my own, I'm a grown kid
Me and bitch niggas, we don't mix, pushin' myself to my legs and my soul give ain't
F*ck up my face with the petty-ass bullshit, I got a goal and I'm trappin' and bullin
Runnin' the daily, ain't nothin' I'm losin, lickin' out paint just to put in my music
Too many demons, my body be oozin, hate on my way, they can't f*ck with the movement
Say you ain't with it but full of delusions, say that I'll make it, I'm ready to prove it
Writer: Grimm laesto
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