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Brooklyn
Brooklyn bitch
Let 'em know we got the city hot
Brooklyn
Brooklyn bitch
Home of the felons that play wit' chops
Brooklyn
Brooklyn bitch
Only the grillers who run the city
NYC, my niggas gettin' busy
Get you lit up, no slippin'
Cause they be scared when I pull up
They be scared when I hop out
Armed and dangerous, can't hang wit' us
They scared when we around
They be scared when I pull up
They be scared when I hop out
Armed and dangerous, can't hang wit' us
They scared when we around
Tell them niggas "Who gon' what?"
Bitch you stupid
Bitch you stupid
Bitch you-
"Who gon' what?"
Bitch you stupid
Bitch you stupid
Bitch you-
We give 'em reasons to be mad and sad and sad
We give 'em reasons to be sad and mad
Got a bass so loud in this bitch
What, y'all forgot? Damn y'all forgot already
Like two-three rounds, hollow tips
Lookin' at the clock, man I guess it's time already, like
Gotta, run down broad day
Wishin' and we hopin' that we catch any Gz for the day
If I gotta bend blocks all day, guess we gotta figure out the spots and the blocks that he stay
Spray that, say that
No you can't spin on me, stay wit' the glizzity
Say that, spray that
Billy gon' finish him, we got no diligence
Just pass me the broom, sweepin' out Hawthorne, that shit go (Bap, bap, bap)
Give Brandon the broom
Niggas be tellin', give 22 statements to get out the tomb
"Like Sheff why you dump?" Cause I keep .32
Tell him act dumb
Easy like free throws, Milly give three rolls