NY

I done got my ticket now im sleeping out in New York

Shitting on these rappers dreams I see em Freddy Krueger

When I shoot my shots I shoot my words hit like a ruger

I done quit the job and dodge that school like Ferris Bueller

Can't wait, I gotta vacate, party had closed down

And I brought the gas down, got orange hairs in the kush

I'm blowing soundclouds, you looking dead weight

Look at me sideways, you know I eat hate

I got a full plate, I'll bring a second around

Fire they hosing me down, people are slowing me down

Loud keep on blocking em out,

I guess I'm buying an ounce

Up, **** it, I'm buying a pound

Keep it around,

I never drive but all of these gas prices are

Cleaning me out, Skrt, skrt, in a Gucci cloak

Girl in Fendi fur, look at her

She want Toronto's touch, She feel like the spurs

Oh my word, pipe it down, for the 6, she 9'd it first

She Manhattan with the top, 2009 with the jerk, yeah

I said like not again, oh my god I'm lit

Oh my god I'm lit, I'm off the shits

I got stupid fits, and some Gucci kicks

Its **** em then, I don't need no friends

They can suck my ****, I'm going in

I can't hold this in, want it all, I said like 2-2-3

Like can you end this please

Like how'd I get this key

Like why did it choose me,

But look like man I feel like drado

Poppin like a draco, and I'm in the 6 dog

Cream soda faygo

I done got my ticket now I'm sleeping out in New York

Shitting on these rappers dreams I see em Freddy Krueger

When I shoot my shots I shoot my words hit like a ruger

I done quit the job and dodge that school like Ferris Bueller

I done got my ticket now I'm sleeping out in New York

Shitting on these rappers dreams I see em Freddy Krueger

When I shoot my shots I shoot my words hit like a ruger

I done quit the job and dodge that school like Ferris Bueller