Rap Phenomenon

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Darkie, Christ Dillinger] This is New York You know what the fuck goin' on We in Bushwick, we in Crown Height's, we in Queens We're everywhere nigga We in all the stores (We in all the stores) This is New York You were already made aware [Verse 1: Christ Dillinger] On the block serving flakka So you know the money old Put the pressure on 'em nigga So you know he gonna fold Woah, behold, the way I tote 'em poles Nigga better dig a hole Rob or be robbed, sell or be sold Two .45's catch a pussy nigga And expose you You been on Zolo mixed up with juice If you disrespect my set, we ain't finna call truce Bitch its too late, see your fate It's disaster Catch me in the hood collecting money like a pastor Big .38 turn his brains to cake batter Niggas ain't thugs, willies, or rapper dons I get up in your bitch ass Quick fast like Ramadan Nigga, R.I.P Biggie, the rap phenomenon I'm a real ass nigga, see the shit I'm scheming on? [Verse 2: Lil Darkie] I'm with Dillinger And if that bitch a snitch, then we killing her But if that bitch a groupie then the whole gang is fillin' her Train (Choo-choo) Puffin on the strain In my brain, the cannabinoids are fucking up the pain I'm insane, in the mustang, fucking up the paint Where we tear through the city like were breaking up a brick of the 'caine Yeah I'm slick like the rain or the oil in your tank Bitch bang at your speakers if you're feeling what I'm saying In fame, us Busting pimples make it pus I ain't trust my niggas 'Cause you switchin', make a fuss Which russ? Your reputation bitch, into the dust Bitch, what's good? We be strollin' through our hood Big woods Doin' what we shouldn't 'cause you wouldn't and we could What's good? Hah [Verse 3: Christ Dillinger] Bitches love you only when they fight with their kinfolk That's why I trust no hoe I be smoking the lizzo Grippin' on my extendo, you get played like Nintendo Nigga listen to what I'm spittin' this the hintbook to pimpin' Spider Gang walk in this bitch, you know we don't do no simpin' Bullets flying like the blimp, leave a fuck nigga limpin' [Outro: Lil Darkie, Christ Dillinger] Ay how the fuck you ain't got hamburgers at the deli? Ay, buy some hamburgers and I might come back and buy them shits Hey I'm walkin' here watch where the fuck you goin'