NYFW lyrics

[Intro]
We got a problem man? We got a problem n*gga?
Put your gun away n*gga
Can we have one night where there ain't no fighting? Nobody gets shot
Shut up b*tch

[Chorus]
Shut up b*tch, there's a hundred-three lines of the lean inside this cup
I done pulled up back to back, the second car? don't interrupt
Brodie just whipped on the wrong opp, told lil' bro, "Go put it up"
I done pulled Mercedes-Benz out, had a bang-out, what the f*ck?
Chasin' cash before the hoes
Prefer the fast life for the slow
Brodie just hit him a lick and he done broke down with the bros
That was trim
So you know I'm puttin' woes before the foes
Diamonds VVS so night time it'll glow

[Verse]
Balenciaga, Tint Excel, designer sneaks on
I'm rockin' Rick-y one of one for fashion weekend
Pull up suburban, Monte Carlo Goyard piece on
I make 'em nervous when I walk in with that heat on

[Chorus]
Shut up b*tch, there's a hundred-three lines of the lean inside this cup
I done pulled up back to back, the second car? don't interrupt
Brodie just whipped on the wrong opp, told lil' bro, "Go put it up"
I done pulled Mercedes-Benz out, had a bang-out, what the f*ck?
Chasin' cash before the hoes
Prefer the fast life for the slow
Brodie just hit him a lick and he done broke down with the bros
That was trim
So you know I'm puttin' woes before the foes
Diamonds VVS so night time it'll glow