New York Meets the Land

Like, what's up? Who with me?
One-Five changing the scene like 50
Come here, get shifty
I'm in her guts rearranging her kidneys
Back up, she tipsy
Touching all over me, she said lick me
Like Keisha or Quincy
Either way, both of them hoes is a "pick me"

Little belittle belittle belittle me
That's a 10 out of 10 mistake, so riddle me this
When I shoot, why I never miss?
Take off, never stop and leave you in abyss
Creepy walker crawling, fuck a bitch, she always stalking
I'mma slither with the lizards, leave you with the snakes
You need to retire this rap, go get hired and
Just like a tire, skirt off from the jakes

Hit it out the, hit it out the, hit it out the park
Nigga, fire, My work, I just need the spark
Niggas don't want beef, pull up in the dark
I'm a god damn dog, I'ma give her this bark
Uh, tat on my my body, I don't want you
I want your friend, huh, yeah
I'm tryna find who's real like shit
I'll say it again, what, huh

What's up? Who with me?
One-Five changing the scene like 50
Come here, get shifty
I'm in her guts rearranging her kidneys
Back up, she tipsy
Touching all over me, she said lick me
Like Keisha or Quincy
Either way, both of them hoes is a "pick me"

We on that hip shit
Left, right, middle, it's three of me, triplet
Pull up to the scene and you know we gon' get lit
Don't fuck with guns, I just know you gon' get hit
If you would've blinked one time, you would've missed it
Shiftin' this bitch like a manual stick shift
Bad lil' bitch, she emo, like wrist slits
Still gon' suck, and her lips you gon' kiss it, uh

We on that hip shit
Left, right, middle, it's three of me, triplet
Pull up to the scene and you know we gon' get lit
Don't fuck with guns, I just know you gon' get hit
If you would've blinked one time, you would've missed it
Shiftin' this bitch like a manual stick shift
Bad lil' bitch, she emo, like wrist slits
Still gon' suck, and her lips you gon' kiss it, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Emory Butler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link