Brooklyn

I just left a show in Brooklyn

Now I'm in the kitchen with the dope cooking

Four bitches calling on my cell

Twelve know I got intent to sell

Bucking and jumping with Smurf up in Memphis

Run up, get done up, got blood on my tennis

Don't need no talking don't finish your sentence

If I'm ever surrounded you know it's by bitches

Xan's and lean in a styrofoam

Don't mind me, my mind is gone

Bunch of bitches and plenty smoke

Hustle family, suicide scope to your throat

Hot drop, drop top, top drop

Hoes drop it like it's hot

Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit

(Wipe me down)

Ruby da Cherry got six blunts

Got six cuts, got six stunts

These hoes wouldn't talk to me

Before that but

(Wipe me down)

Chopsticks and a plate of rice

Got the block lit, you ain't safe with ice

Stocking the slots (Wipe me down)

Grey kicks, grey tee

Grey hoodie, grey rag

Tied around my face

(Wipe me down)

Smurf rolling up the blunt

Slick chilling in the cut

Me, I'm just too fucked up, ho

Me, I'm just too fucked up, ho

Hustle

Hey, nah, okay

It's hustle

I walk up in this bitch like it's my mama's house

Watch how we hit the low, we hit the club and shut it down

Can't compete with a hustler boy, throw in the towel

Me and my nina see we partnered like Keenan and Kel

My cash up, stack racked, whole team flossed up

Ching, ching, check my style, know you see me bossed up

Bitch, cash on his head that get him chopped up quick

He talking war but don't think he got enough clips

Bet for the cash that your pussy ass play snitch

We snatch and dash just to make your fam, to be rich

East Memphis, man, I can show you pain real quick

Watch who you playing with, little pussy