NYC WITH FELONS

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" (he get play) Grab that fuckin', grab that knife, aha, boom, flaow Uh-uh boom-boom-boom-flaow 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 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 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" Day one 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 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)