Perrion - Harlem Envy lyrics

[Verse 1: Perrion] Harlem n***a on the rise This sh** come easy, I don't even try I just seperate from the fakes, two face Want to smile up in your face and tell a bunch of lies n***a f** that bullsh** I'm on the cool sh** I know n***as who always keep full clips Keep that tool equipped for you sh** heads No chlorine; clean them out like some pool sh** Don't believe? Take a visit to my town I know OGs that hol' the block down I been around; I seen it all My n***as' records ain't clean at all Never told a lie, I mean it all n***a pa** the Moe, I'll drink it all I don't give a f** what you think at all These gold digging hoes get no cream at all My team is strong; home team Raider Clan, A$AP right by my side That pretty young thing be moaning She a bad b**h who would ride or die No E-V-E but she'd peep the G Now she fiending, want to creep with me And she love the D, when I give it to her But still s*ut, you get no f**ing mula Slick with the words I'mma f**ing ruler n***as cold with the flow we be f**ing cooler Get on stage, bet they f**ing boo ya Fake n***as, I can see right f**ing through ya Had to catch my breath Carrots, poison, pearls keep me fresh to d**h We getting it and you getting nothing And that's real sh**, Why y'all n***as fronting? [Hook] I'm camo down to my boxers, gold teeth, a bathing ape (5x) It's animals in my projects like monkeys, orangutans [Bridge: ASAP Ferg] This is muthaf**in' D-Ferg Reporting live from the muthaf**in' B-side Harlem world where the G's ride Sippin' Henny, smoke a blunt, you know we be high [Verse 2: ASAP Ferg] Sippin that dough, get a smack tho Similac ho wanna s** on my balls Semi-mac go though, oh look it they know Let his brain go, in Durango Through his Kangol, David Blaine ho Disappear if you talking that sh** Spit a motherf**ing clip through your motherf**ing hip Hammer in my pants, I'm too legit to quit Moving, I clear through your crib Fifth move the couch and the room'll get big I don't give a f** if a tomb in your head Home improvement, this n***a got fixed [Verse 3: Slim Dollars] Uh, Slim Dollars, smoke some b**h, light up Is you catching what I'm throwing, pick it up like stripper money Slim Dollars, Hug Hef swag looking bunnies I'm in the grotto, trippy is the motto Pop a few purps, b**hes sipping on my bottle I'm not a role model, not the n***a you should follow I hope they get the point like a tip on the hollow Mark Jacobs in the flesh, baby blow me like a breath I don't need support like a pair of f**ing breasts Strapped like a bra put your animals to rest Veterinarian, yes we are scary and My weed red n***as gonna trip their heads on that Y'all acting like b**hes, I swear I got b**hes That get more b**hes than you b**hes You riding trill wave, when these n***as going fishing Give them the hook, you n***as know I'm gonna finish I give them the hook, these n***as know I'm finished Actually, got the city on the map Go them running on the track like subway raps Got love for the trap even though I'm in the rap Like fat lady backs I'm familiar with the crack Where they at? I'll tell you where they been If you ain't been around I'm blowing by you like the wind Chicago with the breeze, I'm chilly without the cheese And if Santa working I'll spit a hunnit degrees