Number 1

Wussup my name is Sir Boc
This is Syk
We're 7th Bar
Welcome to Boro
5 Letters to the name cause the first been a 7
Know the ring on the champ now the bar stay in session
I got homies that are scraping up the tray for the resin
Put me 5th on the agenda I just ain't learn my lesson
I said f*** number 5 baby girl I'm number 1
Every time she with me put her hair up in a bun
I got homies that'll ride no matter when the money come
And I got women that'll cry if I tell 'em that I'm done
And the s*** they said was funny turning lyrics into money
Said that she don't feel it when you tell me that you love me
Know it's hard for you to understand we really onto something
Shawty staying trendy so she dressing kind of bummy
All y'all really know is the collective that we branded
7 Hour flight and I made 30 for we landed
Posing like a gentleman but leave his mama stranded
Y'all was locked in on the party we was focused on expanding
She don't like the lyrics cause she tripping over wordplay
I been making money moves trading since the third grade
She don't like to listen but she listen when the verse play
Shawty in the room and her demeanor looking thirsty
Dressing cute she get excited if I look
I been putting down my phone I got my knowledge from a book
They don't like to rap with me I leave the homies shook
We been making hits and we ain't even putting hooks dawg
Really think you know us but you don't know what we on
If you tell me how I'm living imma put it in a song
I ain't reaching out so you ain't hearing from me less you call
And I'm saying I'm superior she know that imma boss

This the city that I'm repping imma grind for it
I been feeling witty every step I put my mind on it
Put the whip in shift ain't got no drive on it
I been facing forward in this Mase time just fly on it
Used to pass weight now I'm passing all my time on this
Ain't no weight up on these shoulders less I put my guys on it
Ain't no lies on this
I think I could die for this
And my guys honest
They will tell the truth
2 Girls jewish and they left cause they got things to do, but me (What's good)
I ain't got nothing to prove, you see
We already made the move
New girl call my phone tell her I ain't in the mood
Told me take her home I take it slow no I ain't finna zoom
Drop that girl right at the crib and tell her imma see her soon
Driving through the night you hear the speakers rocking 7th tune
Hanging out the window (Window)
Higher than the moon (Moon)
I ain't got no info (Info)
I ain't gotta clue
Take a left on Amwell 87 let it cruise
Balling up at Ann Van pull a geeb we all in love with boof
Think it's 2 and I got my head up out the roof
Think I'm cool off the juice I put down the booze
I been spending still be winning I ain't tryna lose
Fingers up I peace this like I'm leaving bet I hit the deuce
Bet I hit the deuce
Bet I hit the deuce