Papoose - Jive Ass Turkey lyrics

[Hook] They wanna score, n***as try to catch us slippin' They wanna score, tryna get one up, listen They wanna score, everybody screamin' "New York!" They wanna score, dude tryna slide with a broad He wanna score, you don't get no points for that Dissin' New York, you don't get no points for that Slippin' girls mollies, you don't get no points for that We settle the score, that's a fact [Verse 1] Last artist to diss New York City suffered from low ticket sales Fix your pants suit, I rocked his bells like LL After that, I caused his man not to prevail I subtracted the Big from Sean and his album fell Next New York hater, lookin' like Jerome-Rome Tryna diss the hip hop home, this my throne You ain't no real Trinidadian boy, you hilarious You ugly bride of Frankenstein, who you marryin'? You the dumbest out the South, it don't get dumber Don't you know my guns spit thunder? You one hit wonder Halloween mascot, wore your costume early I seen you in your video with all your costume j**elry [Hook] [Verse 2] Don't come back to New York with that B.S. dawg n***as is lookin' for you like the PS4 How you gon' even try to come up out of your talk? With your hairdo lookin' like Bill de Blasio's son If you a real rude boy, why you don't talk like it? If you from Atlanta, why you don't tote the hawk like it? Sweetest in Atlanta, peach, you ain't Atlanta brave You closer to a falcon, a bird out of its cage Love hip hop, like Peter Gunz, Joe Budden, Saigon Papoose, my flow is deep enough to drown a lifeguard Would give you some more bars, but you ain't even worthy Happy Thanksgiving, you jive a** turkey [Hook]