[Intro]
(Drior)
(Kezii)
([?] made this)
M Row

[Chorus]
Like, everybody know I'm the face of Manhattan
You could tell in my songs, I'm not chattin'
I really make movies, I don't care for the action
F-f-flock out the V, I don't care about crashin'
Ds on my dick, tryna stop me in traffic
B-b-been outside, and I always been active
Chop on my waist, I ain't doin' no passin'
Like, I'm just addicted to clappin'

[Post-Chorus]
N***a, how you just let me get close up?
How the fuck is you clutchin'? You still got your pole tucked
Now he with Casper, got shot with a ghoster
Y'all be tuckin' them hits, y'all just know not to post none
Chop on my brief, and I don't need a holster
Free B-Rah Fetti, he the Rolla, no coaster
B-b-bust down Cuban, I ain't wearin' no choker
If I don't got the chop, you gеt harmed with the poker
[Verse]
Likе, the fuck is the holdup?
Pass me that n***a you rolled up
Heard he got shot in his back and his shoulder
B-b-backwood finger, this shit like a boulder
She a dyke with the opps, so you know I'ma fold her
Why she feel crazy? I don't know what y'all told her
Bitch, is you bipolar?
Got shook like soda, don't mean Coca-Cola
Vibe with the beat, go with the rhythm
O-o-oh, that's an opp? Go and get 'em
Like, make sure that you hit 'em
One n***a dead, send another one with him
Mad n***as died, and there's numerous victims
Razzy was lucky, I dead could've flicked him
Boppo was tight on the floor, n***as kicked him
I'm mad, 'cause I wanted to rip him
I'm makin' it short, I'ma call this a snippet
In the hood, n***as know I'm the ticket
If you joinin' my camp, just be ready to flick it
I'm totin' on Jada, I ain't talkin' no Pinkett
N***as talk on the net, but they see me, it's crickets
Fuck, n***a, why you ain't click it?
Neck shot got him chokin', like he ate a biscuit
With no juice, like, that shit was wicked
[Bridge]
Tape droppin' real soon, y'all know the vibes, n***a
Everybody shot down, flocked down, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Citizen App know my bop, n***a, fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a?
Like, M Row

[Chorus]
Like, everybody know I'm the face of Manhattan
You could tell in my songs, I'm not chattin'
I really make movies, I don't care for the action
F-f-flock out the V, I don't care about crashin'
Ds on my dick, tryna stop me in traffic
B-b-been outside, and I always been active
Chop on my waist, I ain't doin' no passin'
Like, I'm just addicted to clappin'

[Post-Chorus]
N***a, how you just let me get close up?
How the fuck is you clutchin'? You still got your pole tucked
Now he with Casper, got shot with a ghoster
Y'all be tuckin' them hits, y'all just know not to post none
Chop on my brief, and I don't need a holster
Free B-Rah Fetti, he the Rolla, no coaster
B-B-Bust down Cuban, I ain't wearin' no choker
If I don't got the chop, you get harmed with the poker