[Intro: Lil Darkie, Christ Dillinger]
This is New York
You know what the fuck goin' on
We in Bushwick, we in Crown Height's, we in Queens
We're everywhere n***a
We in all the stores (We in all the stores)
This is New York
You were already made aware

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger]
On the block serving [?]
So you know the money old
Put the pressure on 'em n***a
So you know he gonna fold
Woah, behold, the way I tote 'em poles
N***a better dig a hole
Rob or be robbed, sell or be sold
Two .45's catch a pussy n***a
And expose you
You been on Zolo mixed up with juice
If you disrespect my set, we ain't finna call truce
Bitch its too late, see your fate
It's disaster
Catch me in the hood collecting money like a pastor
Big .38 turn his brains to cake batter
N***as ain't thugs, willies, or rapper dons
I get up in your bitch ass
Quick fast like Ramadan
N***a, R.I.P Biggie, the rap phenomenon
I'm a real ass n***a, see the shit I'm scheming on?
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
I'm with Dillinger
And if that bitch a snitch, then we killing her
But if that bitch a groupie then the whole gang is fillin' her
Train (Choo-choo)
Puffin on the strain
In my brain, the cannabinoids are fucking up the pain
I'm insane, in the mustang, fucking up the paint
Where we tear through the city like were breaking up a brick of the 'caine
Yeah I'm slick like the rain or the oil in your tank
Bitch bang at your speakers if you're feeling what I'm saying
In fame, us
Busting pimples make it pus
I ain't trust my n***as
'Cause you switchin', make a fuss
Which russ?
Your reputation bitch, into the dust
Bitch, what's good?
We be strollin' through our hood
Big woods
Doin' what we shouldn't 'cause you wouldn't and we could
What's good?
Hah

[Verse 3: Christ Dillinger]
Bitches love you only when they fight with their kinfolk
That's why I trust no hoe
I be smoking the lizzo
Grippin' on my extendo, you get played like Nintendo
N***a listen to what I'm spittin' this the hintbook to pimpin'
Spider Gang walk in this bitch, you know we don't do no simpin'
Bullets flying like the blimp, leave a fuck n***a limpin'
[Outro: Lil Darkie, Christ Dillinger]
Ay how the fuck you ain't got hamburgers at the deli?
Ay, buy some hamburgers and I might come back and buy them shits
Hey I'm walkin' here watch where the fuck you goin'