[Intro: Oscizzy]
Pull up to the brib
[Jay Em]
Lets sipp
[Oscizzy]
You already
[Both Oscizzy & Jay Em]
Your f**ing girl
[Hook: Oscizzy]
New York, New York, New York
p**y n***as out here with the f**in' talk
And you know that you all soft so you better start to walk
'fore we pull up in the horse and we light you with the torch
[Verse 1: Oscizzy]
I'mma k** a n***a racing in his hatchback
'till you f**ing scratch that, send it to his snapchat
Reaching for the gat peeking through the knapsack so I get the last laugh coming from the gas mask
Of course I'll have his b**h blowing like a bag pipe
Know I get the cash right, I don't have to ask twice
All these p**y n***as squeaking like they mad mice, when we heard that mix tape and it wasn't even that nice
Word to moms, man this album's a sin since I lift the pen in my song kith and kin
True Religion, superstition, n***as spitting venom
When you out in the street move with intuition
And then they say that I'm the craziest in cla** still
It's all fun and games until you get your caps peeled
And if you starting jack with a high school quarterback, better check your underwear so you don't get a blister pack
All your man does in the gym is f**in' jumping jacks, hit the sack when his f*ggot a** gets a heart attack
And brush his teeth cause he's got a little dental plaque from the cracker jacks that made his breath take you aback