stylin'

fever baby

ok

alright

brooklyn

uh-oh uh-oh

yeah uh huh

bitches throw ya drinks up

style when we be comin' in

niggas throw ya guns up

whyle when we be runnin in

and all that ain't nothin

we at the bar frontin

its necessary

we stays in burburry

you know how it go

fox and gav

in a navy blue rov

stuttin in halo

on the i-95

keepin it live

in the hood

in the 5

front of kennedy fried

then slide off with a nba jump-off

or a nice lil' rapper

whoever money stack up

duke

cop a little h-tod shoe

and them little boxer dudes

get a watch or two

it aint greed

yall got kids to feed

fuck it

all he wanna do is kill it and leave

so

lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw

brooklyn broad and bet i keep the heat low

its necessary

we styles in burburry

and our walk is mean in them frankie b. jeans bwoy

its necessary

we stays in burburry

and a mark jacob bag and a h-tod shoe

when we walk up in the club

niggas be like

oh!"