brooklyn what

what?

brooklyn

what?

brooklyn

what?

(ayy

son

come here for a second

come here

don't move)

brooklyn

what?

brooklyn

what?

let me hold that chain

i'll be right back

yeah

it's like that

don't have this fifth liftin' your nike hat

i push your shit to a city bike rack

brooklyn

somebody tell the city i'm back

back in the booth with the drugs

that bag ain't right

you know i don't do the clubs

my niggas do the mask

no gloves

revolvers

them shells come back home with us

we don't do too much of that chit-chat

don't get killed for that bitch

i just hit that

lil' homie

she a dub

y'all can fix that

rolex green sub' on the wrist wrap

a nigga feelin' good

got the blurry

i'm in here tryna dub on the ugly women

i bought the last bottles

y'all ante up

i ain't felt like this since ante up"