New York

Lyrics
[Intro] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (It's a Wayne beat) Fuck, Grease, what's poppin'? (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Young Sak Runner [Chorus] I just came all the way to New York My lil' brother bad as hell, he just bought a new torch My lil' cousin bad as hell, he be throwing pitch forks Kid fuckin' all these hoes, he think he Too $hort You can't ride on yo' opps, lil' nigga, you too short I can get a nigga smoked for free like Newports I'm in another nigga hood, I'm finna start a war I'm finna perform at Rollin Loud, that shit start at 4:00 My shooter wear glasses, he is not a dork I got my gun in my hand, not the side door (Hold onnnn) Bitch, I ain't YN Jay I could tell when my bitch cheatin', I know hеr lyin' face I been trippin' ever sincе we lost Andre I'm finna get a nigga killed on a blind date I only wanna fuck bad bitches like Beyonce If she don't got no ass, I'm beyond straight We just walked in the club, you in line waitin' Hit his ass with this Glock, he a dyin' patient I'll get to shooting in this bitch like that nigga Tatum If he got a gun on his hip, have my nigga take it He ain't really 'bout that life, man that nigga fakin' I just sent ten bow's home, now a nigga waitin' I'ma make a twenty ball when I go to Vegas I can't let her drive no more 'cause the bitch Janky My nigga hit the clerk for five bands, he did the Hanky Panky Nigga got an attitude, he can't find no dranky He just did the fuckin' Cha Cha Slide, hit him with the Drakey My nigga on demon time like that nigga Satan Tried to tax me for a four, so I'm finna take it Seen a nigga get his ass popped, so I'm finna shake him I seen a nigga make a ten ball out a fuckin' basement We just charged a nigga Ten K and he finna pay it Hol' on, this nigga trippin' in the fuckin' booth Told my nigga, if they move wrong, then he better shoot If my bitch do some bullshit, then the she get the boot I ain't done rappin' 'til I put my momma in a coupe Nah you ain't gangaroni, you ain't in the crew He tried to shoot at us so we put him in a suit Told my nigga, if he he buy that drank then we gon' get into it My nigga takin' too many Perc's so I had to threw 'em Hahaha, bitch I mean throw 'em I'm illegal with this Glock, this a clean jawn I make music for the shooters, this a mean song Told my nigga, swing the chop like he playin' ping pong [Outro] Man, I don't know a nigga talkin' like me, know what I'm sayin'? I'm the Young Sak Runner,nigga, the General, nigga You know? LSP forever, nigga You know I love my block, nigga Lebeau city, nigga You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga, yeah Long live Skino, nigga Long live Gabe, nigga Long Live Kurt, nigga Long live white folks, nigga Long live TA, nigga Long live Dante, nigga Long live Tay, nigga You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga Puttin' on for the Buck, nigga Real Beecher boy, nigga, fuck niggas (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
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- YSR Gramz