NYC WITH FELONS lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I was just listenin' to it, on everything
Run, I bet he—, run, you get
n*ggas know that we step right on they play
Huh, bro said he get play (Damn, 1gbaby)
Grab that f*ckin'—, grab that knife—, aha, boom, flaow
Boom-boom-boom-flaow

[Chorus]
Yeah, paid bro to chase 'em, better not run
Huh, told him, "We don't bullsh*t, Kia Soul snatch up your son"
BK say, "I'm in Times Square with that stick"
Day1 hangin' off the moped, fifty rounds plus twenty sticks

[Verse 1]
Creep up, all he heard was, "Come here"
Matte black SS Chevy's down for soul snatcher
I make n*ggas get low with that stick, f*ck with them four crackers
f*cked up with that Drac', five to the chest, I make him walk backwards
Who that is inside that white truck?
f*ck that sh*t, lil' bruh, just blow
Cold as hell outside, my clip pack heated inside my coat

[Chorus]
Yeah, paid bro to chase 'em, better not run
Huh, told him, "We don't bullsh*t, Kia Soul snatch up your son"
BK say, "I'm in Times Square with that stick"
Day1 hangin' off the moped, fifty rounds plus twenty sticks, yeah
[Verse 2]
Forgiato holdin' up the V12, this a big body
Micro stick inside this Chevy box, I feel like Ricch Roddy
Yeah, caught him down bad chillin' in the 'partments, lil' bruh, time to swing
Told him, "Choose a gun, you pick the wrong one, you get shot, b*tch"
New York smokin' Hot, b*tch
Told him he can't stop sh*t
Homi' truck, play with a stick, slide Aspen blastin' hot sh*t

[Chorus]
Yeah, paid bro to chase 'em, better not run
Huh, told him, "We don't bullsh*t, Kia Soul snatch up your son"
BK say, "I'm in Times Square with that stick"
Day1 hangin' off the moped, fifty rounds plus twenty sticks, yeah