Williamsburg

Selling art to these yuppies

Getting mixed offers

Hold up

Selling art to these yuppies

Getting mixed offers

I'm In New York like I'm Peter Parker

Wrote a sixteen then I tossed it

If I wanted bullshit, I'd just read Gawker (facts nigga)

Young Rick murder, I just shoot walkers

I'm a slave to this rap shit, I can't quit (nah)

Fresh cig with the grip (ooh)

A yuppie pop shit, call the gun Britney Jean

When the spears come out, I hit you and JT

You yuppies ain't real

Let you live for a fee

We taking Brooklyn back, you can leave the coffee

And you coons dying too

Word to Charles Barkley (word)

My head dreaded up like my name Marley

We don't do- shh

Simple rhyming ass niggas get they wig pushed back (uh)

Get your mic snatched, nicotine patched

Call my white boys up, get your life hacked

Heard your stock dropped, nigga this the blow back

Put the Hawkeyes on him, heard he like M*A*S*H (sheesh)

You gon' rust in peace, heard you like thrash

Put a price on your head, that's a light bag

.45 on me like Mike back, whoa

Flame (alright)

Baby I'm just heating up (it's lit)

Not a need, it is a must (yeah)

Feeling stuck, you know how to keep me up (yeah, yeah)

Icy love

Icy like a hockey puck (oh, alright)

Baby I'm just heating up (it's nasty, it's lit)

Need your love

You know how to keep me up (yeah, yeah)

Icy

(Off in the main)

(Hidden Hills) I walk in the booth like I own it

(Deep off in the main) I know that I belong there

(Hidden Hills, Deep off in the main)

These days ain't the same (Hidden Hills)

Y'all ain't built like that (deep off in the main)

These fuck niggas ain't - like that

Y'all niggas, y'all built like rats, oh