"Days B4 NYC" lyrics

(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo-, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)

I got labels on my phone like my hoes (Like my hoes)
I got a bad bitch on my dick with no clothes (Say what?)
I got racks on me, yeah, for sure (Ra-ra-racks)
I got bags on me, lil' bitty ho

I'm off X, don't talk to me (I'm off X)
I'll hit your ho, nigga, probably (Eugh, eugh, eugh)
I put that shit on properly (I put that shit on, nigga)
Pop that A50, lil' bitch ain't stoppin' me (Bitch, say what? Okay)
Smoke that boy like a Newport (Yeah, I smoke that boy)
Shoutout Ellis, he flew me to New York (He flew me to New York)
I need a cup and you know I hit two up, ayy
I'm in New Jersey, I fly out to Newark (Fly out to Newark)
They say, "Come alive"
When I'm with you, baby girl, you know I come alive (Come alive)
I'm that nigga, bitch, I won't tell a lie (A lie)
I'm that nigga, bitch, I won't tell a lie (I won't tell a lie)
I can't tell a lie (No), yeah
Gen5 on my hip, got five (Boop, boop, boop, boop, blatt)
Fuck that bitch, she know she a vibe (Say what? I say what?)
I don't give a fuck, I got mob ties (Mob ties, what?)

I got labels on my phone like my hoes (Like my hoes)
I got a bad bitch on my dick with no clothes (Say what?)
I got racks on me, yeah, for sure (Ra-ra-racks)
I got bags on me, lil' bitty ho

I be on fashion shit (On fashion shit)
VETEMENTS, Hedi Slimane, I got skinny shit (I got skinny shit)
Bad bitch tryna fuck, she tryna suck my kids (Eugh, eugh, eugh)
Then she fucked that nigga, bitch, it is what it is (Say what?)
I want money, yeah, I want cash, I wanna get rich (Let's go)
Boogie pierced on my wrist, so she wanna fuck my wrist (And what?)
I don't give a fuck 'bout shit, take your hat like you work at Lids (On God)
I don't give a fuck 'bout shit, take your hat like you work at Lids (Say what?)