Nokia

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, oh, yeah Shit, TMS gang, shit, TooManyStrikers, and I'm missin' my I really got racks, put that shit on your— You know that I'm technically Chino doctor [Chorus] Ya'll know that I'm tight, man, I'm heavily armed They look up to me, Jaeychino dot-com (What?) If you speakin' on me, bitch, you ready to die Drag fly as a bitch, nigga, Marni and slatts I'm jammin' like shit, gettin' pack through the mail This shit is a skill, sweet talkin' on grailed Man, high as shit, faded, I can't tell the time I'm still in New York tryna catch me a vibe (Baow) [Verse] They missin' on me, I ain't sayin' I'm famous Told soho keep rappin', my lil' bro gon' make it (What?) They know it's up when shots start raining Killjae lookin' sweet when his dreads start swingin' (Phew) I was catchin' 'em hits off a Nokia Flip Pulled back in my hood in a fast-ass whip Fly as shit in the air, man, I feel like a Laker Got the Mic, OVO, free the young hell raiser (Free you) In LA with tovii, we keep buyin' drank In the spot high'd up, we crankin' fakemink Corvette or the Lamb'? I don't know what to pick (What?) That shit old news, I ain't shoppin' for Rick I'm puttin' that shit in the blender (What) I'm choppin' shit up like I'm Ninja (Baow) I'm really the man, you know can't do what I do (Phew-phew-phew) On Blu grave, you know you can't beat a Jet2 [Chorus] Ya'll know that I'm tight, man, I'm heavily armed They look up to me, Jaeychino dot-com (What?) If you speakin' on me, bitch, you ready to die Drag fly as a bitch, nigga, Marni and slatts I'm jammin' like shit, gettin' pack through the mail This shit is a skill, sweet talkin' on grailed Man, high as shit, faded, I can't tell the time I'm still in New York tryna catch me a vibe [Outro] Uh, uh, oh, yeah I'm still in New York tryna tryna catch me— Uh, la-da-da Aa-da-da I'm still in New York tryna catch me a vibe