[Verse One]
I used to get feels on a bitch and now I throw shields on the dick
The ladies love this light skinned Spic
Uptown, young and back on my shit
I hop the A, 168th, a block away from the crib
Uh, New York City the illest city, that’s where I be
Where they stop and frisk and they lock you if you don’t have ID
We upgraded to Landrovers from Cherokees
We can skip the talking, my bitch is shopping for therapy
But closed mouths don’t get fed, my women talk a lot
‘Cause closed mouths don’t give head
We plead the fifth cause we don’t talk to the feds
Sneak dissing while you tryna give me dap like homie, pardon my left
(Yeah! E-M-I-L-I-O!) I give a fuck about ya
It’s like you eating escargot, they ripping slugs up out ya
‘Cause you a hater on the low and showing love around ya
Nah, let’s get back to the topic though, enough about ya
I told my people we gon’ get it and we finally did
All the pressure we was under made us diamonds and we shining this year
They be like: “Who is he, ain’t got no diamonds in his jewelry”
‘Cause if there gonna be blood in my necklace, it’s gon’ spill for me
Nobody as cool as we, we gon’ move in that new Supreme
And white Js with blue stains on ‘em from leaking through the jeans
The new regime, them cats is hot but they losing steam
Bitches hitting pause to get on and you thought your boo a queen
God damn, the game is crazy, ya shady hoes are making babies
To get the keys to a new Mercedes, a few done hated but that’s okay
Ay ‘cause we be on that matalo, matalo, ain’t no ole