Gotham City

Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac

Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap

Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at

Real niggas all black, sip lean so relax(2x)

Young Trap Lord, dime of the purp

Ride or die boy, nigga get murked

Pull a nine boy, play with the dirt

Laying on who sleep in the earth

She feel on my clothes, she lifting her skirt

She say she love coke, she sniffin the work

Semi-auto Tec, guns go flur

Bang, bang-bang and another one squirt

Givenchy my body, Ksubi my colleagues

Versace, my eyelids, but it Yves Saint-Laurent me

Twelvyy in Huraches, and Margiela on Rocky

Yohji Yamamoto for Ty Nast and Ty Beats

Fuck bitches that's on me, wack bitches move kindly

Last niggas of a dying breed, yeah me, myself, and Irene

Niggas hear them sirens when that four-fif' and that nine squeeze

China bitch sip sake, while I chop that ass with that Tommy

Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac

Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap

Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at

Real niggas all black, sip lean so relax(2x)

We all want that Meech money, gold grill make ya speak funny

My eyes open cause the streets hungry

A New Jack fuckin' Gee money

Niggas dead over sneak money, shit ain't sweet, honey

The streets love me, white Airs and a peach rugby

I go hard cause them niggas thought the least of me

I'm in the hell yeah that bitch made a beast of me

Hold your crib, while your bitch make a feast of me

I'm a greedy nigga stuffin' my face

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches, yeah, them stuck in my ways

'bout to turn 23 but I give zero fucks

Niggas wanna sign me, tell them niggas zero up, wassup

Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac

Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap

Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at

Real niggas all black, sip lean so relax(2x)

It's a pistol poppin' business nigga mind ya own

Expensive taste in guns, shorty's coppin' chrome

I'm in love with a chopper dog, hit 'em, get 'em, split 'em

Turn a fuck nigga into a bowl of pasta dog, I'm not at all

A nigga to be fucked with, shorty got the hammer, niggas can't touch this

Moms got the biscuit, dad own a musket, gone off a substance

Middle finger up to the bitch who would fuck shit

Living in a world where young niggas run shit

All over something, but it's really nothing

Go on with the fuck shit, young niggas run this all

Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac

Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap

Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at

Real niggas all black, sip lean so relax(2x)