NYFW 歌詞

We got a problem, here? We got a problem, nigga? Put your gun away, nigga Can we have one night where there ain't no fighting? Nobody gets shot Shut up, bitch Shut up, bitch, there's a hundred-three lines of the lean inside this cup I done pulled up back to back, the second car? don't interrupt Brodie just whipped on the wrong opp, told lil' bro: Go put it up I done pulled Mercedes-Benz out, had a bang-out, what the fuck? Chasin' cash before the hoes Prefer the fast life for the slow Brodie just hit him a lick and he done broke down with the bros That was trim So you know I'm puttin' woes before the foes Diamonds VVS so night time it'll glow Balenciaga, Tint Excel, designer sneaks on I'm rockin' Rick-y one of one for fashion weekend Pull up suburban, Monte Carlo Goyard piece on I make 'em nervous when I walk in with that heat on Shut up, bitch, there's a hundred-three lines of the lean inside this cup I done pulled up back to back, the second car? don't interrupt Brodie just whipped on the wrong opp, told lil' bro: Go put it up I done pulled Mercedes-Benz out, had a bang-out, what the fuck? Chasin' cash before the hoes Prefer the fast life for the slow Brodie just hit him a lick and he done broke down with the bros That was trim So you know I'm puttin' woes before the foes Diamonds VVS so night time it'll glow