rome streetz & futurewave - n.y. do or die slogan lyrics
n.y. do or die slogan lyrics
[intro]
it’s that motherf+ckin’ wave
futurewave with the bomb, n+gga
you already know, fly sh+t only
forever
forever and ever
[verse 1]
ayo
rockin’ fly gear, fendi eyewear
f+ckin’ black dimes with blonde hair, i shine like times square
get lined here for your possessions, possess long weapons
smith & wesson’s in the bucktown section
“duck down” like the black moon record, they shoot reckless
catch two in your necklace and get left naked
slow neck from alexis in a gold lexus
flow bando, cuttys overdose off the [?]
you’ll never measure, forever i style
my footwear is crocodile, you f+ck n+ggas bacalao
bow down or get found drowned
my sound is like a hot round to your crown, you motherf+ckers clowns
mad fruity, rockin’ sh+t for the b+tches
pocket books and hair extensions, you’d sell your soul for attention
with the ink pen i’ve been a kingpin
ill lawyer kept me out of sing sing, now we linkin’
[chorus]
gettin’ to it is the object
only rockin’ fly sh+t
f+ckin’ bad b+tches in the process
my mind’s on the profit, constant
i’m always cookin’ up because they want sh+t
yo
gettin’ to it is the object
i’m only rockin’ fly sh+t
f+ckin’ bad b+tches in the process
my mind’s on the profit, constant
always cookin’ up because they want sh+t
[verse 2]
ayo
price goin’ up, the sh+t i chef is high potent, got ’em wide open
n.y. do or die slogan
live wire like logan in low clothing
get it for the low, sell it for more, you know the motive
i need a [?] by the ocean
in a different mode smokin’, hoes treatin’ me like a sultan
i’m still duckin’ the po+po like eric snowden
your sh+t generic like over+the+counter motrin
this is opium and crack boulders in a loaded stem
told to keep your eyes open, fose pose as friends
it’s f+cked up when your dog got cobra skin
you gotta cut some n+ggas off on the road to ends
true [?], i peel benji bills frequent
two hundred e pills keep ’em geekin’, i pledge allegiance
to the bag, was livin’ like a nomad
before i had a plug and slab, in l+st with livin’ it fast
tools of the trade: gloves and a mask
blast for the love of the cash, my n+gga get the math
[chorus]
gettin’ to it is the object
only rockin’ fly sh+t
f+ckin’ bad b+tches in the process
my mind’s on the profit, constant
i’m always cookin’ up because they want sh+t
yo
gettin’ to it is the object
i’m only rockin’ fly sh+t
f+ckin’ bad b+tches in the process
my mind’s on the profit, constant
always cookin’ up because they want sh+t
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