Bay 2 NY

Lyrics

[Verse 1: TJ Porter] From the East to the Bay, you know we on the map Call Lul G, he pull up with the strap Thirty on me, yeah, I'm carryin' that And that bitch on my hip got a big kickback This is plug talk, I can show you how the plugs talk You need weed or you need Xans, I show you how the plug talk Is you bangin' or you crippin'? Nigga, this a thug walk Hah, yeah, nigga, this a thug walk [Verse 2: Lul G] Ain't no motherfuckin' stock, it's a thirty on this clip, though Two Glocks on me, two twins like I'm Brisco Up this bitch on him, make him groove like he Crisco Fuck around and shoot a movie in this bitch, what the clip hold Me and TJ had your bitch like a pornstar We give her dick while that bitch, you adorin' her How the fuck you kiss that bitch when I dogged that bitch? Ran your bitch with the gang and I won't call the bitch [Verse 3: TJ Porter] I can show you how to shoot a Glock, I keep it on my waist I can show you how to make it hot, just don't cover your face We do not fuck with the coppers, we be bustin' on the choppers If you ain't with that shit, boy, just stay in your place I don't need hoes, I be buggin' like I'm Steve-O Have you swimmin' with the fishes, you'll be lost like Nemo All these bitches for the team, yeah, we call 'em team hoes Have my dick up in her mouth, watch that bitch deepthroat [Verse 4: Lul G] Show you how to bust that chopper, how to kick a door Learn how to bust that chopper, you gon' hit the floor Sloppy roll, all twenties like it's Piccolo Hundred chances I done chose but I can't choose a ho Damn near a meal ticket, I done upped about a hundred poor Strapped like the Navy, young nigga got a hundred poles Forty-one on my wrist, that shit hella froze If bustdown beat that nigga, bitch, he hella bold [Verse 5: TJ Porter] Make your block hot, we be spinnin' in the drop-top When I'm dumpin', watch him jump in like he playin' hopscotch I be bustin' in her mouth, she said it feel like Pop Rocks I ain't cuffin' no hoes, I ain't cuffin' hot thots [Verse 6: Lul G] Up this big Glock, make that nigga get bip-bop And look, word, you think shit funny? Turn you to a Chris Rock Fake ass Rollie on your wrist, boy, that shit tick tock Catch him cuffin' on a bitch, then you know the bitch not