"12:50 In New York" lyrics
(Ayy, Ronny, that's major)
Uh
Come around tryna bump that Chuckyy, wasn't just bumpin' me last month, get the fuck on
I just ran up dog shit, 2024, I could buy thirty hoes a new BBL
I could fuck all these hoes in the 'Raq, but I ain't into that, all these hoes be boobytrapped
Flyin' in a SRT, I don't give a fuck 'bout the police, where the fuck is they troop at? (Fuck 'em)
All I wanted was money, now I got the power, foenem step outside where Hoovers out (Rrah)
Sorry, baby, I just wanna fuck one time, gotta go, our feelings got too attached
Uh, me and foenem was arguin' over the kill like we ain't shoot hoops for do or dies (Ayo, let's get 'em)
Off the rip, you know I just stretched somethin', take a look at my face, got bull eyes
We spinnin' in hot cars, catch one loafin', we bounce out on him, uh (There he go)
He had his gun, ain't throw back, get out the streets, boy, your little ass bogus, uh (Rrah, rrah, where your blick?)
Fuck nigga get popped like a soda
I ain't Chicken P, but we still rollin', uh (You know that)
We'll still do a hit out a yoda, then go to the stu', make a hit in the yola, uh (Deadass)
My first song was sixty-five K, what the fuck I'ma do with that? Uh (Ayy, Ronny, that's major, fuck)
Me and niggas don't play fair, when we come through blowin', everybody come with two straps, uh (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
You ain't with the shit, then move back, switch let off, push your whole fuckin' crew back (You know that)
I was just playin' in Kias, now I'm in L.A. in the Cullinan pushin' roof back, uh
Thirty racks in my pocket, TSA tryna stop me, I'm finna miss my flight
Smokin' on dank, I'ma shine over Bloodbath, NYC, shorty high as a kite (You know that)
Your bitch tryna suck my dick, I don't even like head, whole time she could ride this bike
Every time I shoot OT, all the 'Raq hoes text me like, "Give me a flight," uh (Deadass)
But that shit dead, uh, all my friends dead, uh (You know that)
Chuckyy keep one in the head, nigga disrespect me, catch one in the head, uh (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
I'd rather might think I'm sped, but I ain't the same nigga without my meds, uh (Come here)
Hit a nigga all in his legs (Come here), then go run up on him and take off his dreads, uh (You know that)
Take off his dreads, yeah
Uh
Come around tryna bump that Chuckyy, wasn't just bumpin' me last month, get the fuck on
I just ran up dog shit, 2024, I could buy thirty hoes a new BBL
I could fuck all these hoes in the 'Raq, but I ain't into that, all these hoes be boobytrapped
Flyin' in a SRT, I don't give a fuck 'bout the police, where the fuck is they troop at? (Fuck 'em)
All I wanted was money, now I got the power, foenem step outside where Hoovers out (Rrah)
Sorry, baby, I just wanna fuck one time, gotta go, our feelings got too attached
Uh, me and foenem was arguin' over the kill like we ain't shoot hoops for do or dies (Ayo, let's get 'em)
Off the rip, you know I just stretched somethin', take a look at my face, got bull eyes
We spinnin' in hot cars, catch one loafin', we bounce out on him, uh (There he go)
He had his gun, ain't throw back, get out the streets, boy, your little ass bogus, uh (Rrah, rrah, where your blick?)
Fuck nigga get popped like a soda
I ain't Chicken P, but we still rollin', uh (You know that)
We'll still do a hit out a yoda, then go to the stu', make a hit in the yola, uh (Deadass)
My first song was sixty-five K, what the fuck I'ma do with that? Uh (Ayy, Ronny, that's major, fuck)
Me and niggas don't play fair, when we come through blowin', everybody come with two straps, uh (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
You ain't with the shit, then move back, switch let off, push your whole fuckin' crew back (You know that)
I was just playin' in Kias, now I'm in L.A. in the Cullinan pushin' roof back, uh
Thirty racks in my pocket, TSA tryna stop me, I'm finna miss my flight
Smokin' on dank, I'ma shine over Bloodbath, NYC, shorty high as a kite (You know that)
Your bitch tryna suck my dick, I don't even like head, whole time she could ride this bike
Every time I shoot OT, all the 'Raq hoes text me like, "Give me a flight," uh (Deadass)
But that shit dead, uh, all my friends dead, uh (You know that)
Chuckyy keep one in the head, nigga disrespect me, catch one in the head, uh (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
I'd rather might think I'm sped, but I ain't the same nigga without my meds, uh (Come here)
Hit a nigga all in his legs (Come here), then go run up on him and take off his dreads, uh (You know that)
Take off his dreads, yeah
