NYC Opps

MALO Nigga MALO World MALO Gang
100 NYC

Babygirl it's better to be lowkey with me you know I'm a treesh
The way we fuck she call me a beast
I eat her out just like she a feast
Grimey boy disturbing the peace
I'm NYC I'm repping the East
This 30 Glock will leave you deceased
This 44 bulldog carry no leash
Thats a fact you better move back
You say you gang but nigga thats cap
Your CEO that niggas a rat
Just keep it real you not about that
We chased you down right on your own block
Be thankful that you not in a box
You think you lit but nigga you not
NYC shit we making it hot

NYC baby you know
Opps on me I'm letting it blow
Kush on me I'm rolling up dope
Your bitch on me we keeping it low
Tell the fiends I got it for low
I need money just like I was broke
I'm with my team we ready for smoke
NYC this shit is no joke

Hit the block bitch I'm in g mode
Hold up, wait, NYC mode
I see a opp I buss and reload
That nigga dead his family know
Hit the trap I feel like Nino
My chain it cost more than a kilo
Got Fendi on with Valentino
Yea that's your bitch she loving me though
Fuck that hoe while smoking on loud
I fuck that hoe then tell her I'm out
MALO gang don't ever come doubt
This shit is real you do it for clout
Pussy boy you running your mouth
Until my goons pull up to your house
What was that shit you talking about
You not so tough with MALO around

NYC baby you know
Opps on me I'm letting it blow
Kush on me I'm rolling up dope
Your bitch on me we keeping it low
Tell the fiends I got it for low
I need money just like I was broke
I'm with my team we ready for smoke
NYC this shit is no joke



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Writer(s): Fernando Correa
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