New York Crash

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Popped out, went straight to the booth Nigga Reas', where you been? What the fuck, I ain't spooked Nigga, satellite dishes, we'll put it on your roof Nigga turn Islam and choose peace, I ain't lil nigga I could catch a friendly with the homies, that's just how it is Y'all come and try it, let it sing like a choir kid Whole lotta steppers, carry cannons like Mariah did Calm all that bass in your voice, we the pioneers Huh, huh, uh shit, niggas all bad The best rapper in New York on a podcast I'll button up this shirt and give out jaw taps This ain't clout chasin' nigga, what you call that? This ain't about paper nigga, what you call that? I bring it right to where a nigga lawn at Weed whack a nigga, better garden up or fall back It's Del Amo, let's get started, nigga, I'm with all that, nigga Turn into a slave owner, whip and pick apart a nigga Like defibrillators is pressin', I bring up the heart, niggas Dreadin' this shit, long as Dwayne Carter, nigga I crash on any nigga 'cause I love it more It ain't just Joey, it's to any nigga comin' for it You can speak on me and Top, I ain't got nothin' for it Cause that's my business with them niggas that ain't none of yours [Chorus] As God is my witness, my hand on my .40, I'm way too forgivin' The devil still on me, I'm mentioned, I'm tempted The block keep on callin', I'm prolly gon' spin it, my nigga Blessings extended, the ghetto still on me, don't talk to me different, my nigga I'm way too forgivin', my hand on my .40, lately I've been tempted, my nigga [Verse 2] Ayy, yo, I made it when I didn't have to drive with dirty plates, nigga Thank God 'til I'm dead and face-to-face with him Never take for granted where you at, from where you came, nigga Mac and Nip, I'm doin' shows state-to-state with it Still a motto bitch from the side, ain't no cuddlin' What? Hunnid K for this Audi, I'm foreignin' What? Money like a rainy day, how it's pourin' in What? That was a light jab at Joey, I was fuckin' around Pure shock, I've been skatin' like it's Tony Hawk Underground Made it out the hood, chances are slimmer than a hunnid pounds Anybody try me, get a shot like another round, and another round, and another round Little bag havin' fun with it, I'm in love with it See the passion in me growin' like a grown cub, nigga Treat a rapper like it's workin'-out if you fuck with me Better run and get to dippin', don't pull a knot, nigga [Chorus] As God is my witness, my hand on my .40, I'm way too forgivin' The devil still on me, I'm mentioned, I'm tempted The block keep on callin', I'm prolly gon' spin it, my nigga Blessings extended, the ghetto still on me, don't talk to me different, my nigga I'm way too forgivin', my hand on my .40, lately I've been tempted, my nigga