Feby - Coming Out lyrics

[Intro:] That's that sh*t New York City sh*t Outside [Verse 1:] Who high? Who not? Make sh*t hot when when I bend two blocks Tell me who pop? Who really throwing shots? Talking that sh*t, shutting down spots Tryna drop when I drop, [?] Riding dick to the top [?] They buying they views, they [?] My opps teaming up with my opps [?] threw it all on a watch Did it again, and invested in stocks [?] from Brooklyn, got that sh*t on lock I ain't checking no label, but I get I get the gwop Put a bag on your head, I can send you up top [?] to an island, and switch up the spot Pockets on heavy, I keep me a not Keep me a trapper, he whippin the pot Keep me a shooter, you know he [?] [[?] you know he gon drop Been my own boss, I ain't punching no clock [?] you know it's gon knock What you saying, you talk to the cops [?] the streets, they be talking a lot Everything litty, I love when it's [?] [Verse 2:] Who mad? You mad Drip on me, check the price tag Tell me who bad? Who really got swag? Put that sh*t on, who really got gass? [?] from the bottom now We at the top, tryna pop how I pop, but you not If I'm out, you know gang in the spot [?] You know how I rock Jordans my sneakers, but Gucci the socks Been on TV, but I'm still on the block And I'm still a real b*tch, if you like me or not [?], ride it all night, he don't tell me to stop [?] he beating the box [?] I be geeking a lot