(Drior) (Kezii) ([?] made this) M Row Like, everybody know I'm the face of Manhattan You could tell in my songs, I'm not chattin' I really make movies, I don't care for the action F-f-flock out the V, I don't care about crashin' Ds on my dick, tryna stop me in traffic B-b-been outside, and I always been active Chop on my waist, I ain't doin' no passin' Like, I'm just addicted to clappin' Nigga, how you just let me get close up? How the fuck is you clutchin'? You still got your pole tucked Now he with Casper, got shot with a ghoster Y'all be tuckin' them hits, y'all just know not to post none Chop on my brief, and I don't need a holster Free B-Rah Fetti, he the Rolla, no coaster B-b-bust down Cuban, I ain't wearin' no choker If I don't got the chop, you get harmed with the poker Like, the fuck is the holdup? Pass me that nigga you rolled up Heard he got shot in his back and his shoulder B-b-backwood finger, this shit like a boulder She a dyke with the opps, so you know I'ma fold her Why she feel crazy? I don't know what y'all told her Bitch, is you bipolar? Got shook like soda, don't mean Coca-Cola Vibe with the beat, go with the rhythm O-o-oh, that's an opp? Go and get 'em Like, make sure that you hit 'em One nigga dead, send another one with him Mad niggas died, and there's numerous victims Razzy was lucky, I dead could've flicked him Boppo was tight on the floor, niggas kicked him I'm mad, 'cause I wanted to rip him I'm makin' it short, I'ma call this a snippet In the hood, niggas know I'm the ticket If you joinin' my camp, just be ready to flick it I'm totin' on Jada, I ain't talkin' no Pinkett Niggas talk on the net, but they see me, it's crickets Fuck, nigga, why you ain't click it? Neck shot got him chokin', like he ate a biscuit With no juice, like, that shit was wicked Tape droppin' real soon, y'all know the vibes, nigga Everybody shot down, flocked down, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Citizen App know my bop, nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Like, M Row Like, everybody know I'm the face of Manhattan You could tell in my songs, I'm not chattin' I really make movies, I don't care for the action F-f-flock out the V, I don't care about crashin' Ds on my dick, tryna stop me in traffic B-b-been outside, and I always been active Chop on my waist, I ain't doin' no passin' Like, I'm just addicted to clappin' Nigga, how you just let me get close up? How the fuck is you clutchin'? You still got your pole tucked Now he with Casper, got shot with a ghoster Y'all be tuckin' them hits, y'all just know not to post none Chop on my brief, and I don't need a holster Free B-Rah Fetti, he the Rolla, no coaster B-B-Bust down Cuban, I ain't wearin' no choker If I don't got the chop, you get harmed with the poker