​new jersey lyrics

[Intro: DavidTheTragic]
I ain't been to New Jersey, on my team a new jersey
I can’t lay up with you, ain't sorry, gotta leave early
Gas is here it ain't for my partner, patty he sorry
My n*ggas up so I don’t know how to act, to be honest
Her ass is fat, so yes she twerk, I will cut her off
Put me first I need the bag, I know my worth be the best out
Yea that's all you heard
Yea that's all you heard

[Verse 1: Kenny Mason]
Be real with me, Don't spend some blood for me
Shawty went titanic on ya, just to f*ck with me
n*ggas said I switched up, cause they can't keep up with me
Tell the n*ggas I came up with, saying n*gga that's up with me
I ride a saint to the hood, ain't no one gone ride but you good
I bought these wings off a jug
I bought these jeans off a jug
With a shooter he misunderstood
Put a hole in one like Tiger Woods
Got more stripes than a Tiger would
Got more hype cause i'm out the mud

[Verse 2: Jazz Ingram]
Me and you different n*gga I pipe
Touch dis sh*t with a verse sound better
How f*ck they pull me down I touch the stain
f*ck these n*ggas cause they ain’t tryna pay
And you gotta pay ain’t no other way
These n*ggas living their life for the scene
All of the scene came back up, your girl ugly
That ain't what’s up, my girl got a big ol' butt
I shoot you down, don't talk about luck
You used to be down, don't talk about trust
I seen a f*ck n*gga today, he ain’t look me in the face
He gone report to his old lady but shawty still took the payment
Hypocrisy out the roof
I just be in the booth, smoking on good gas
Might take a tab or two, had to get back to you
Rot you worry with Jazz you do
Steady my strategy actually, I got a f*ck n*gga allergy
You got a f*ck n*gga salary, that sh*t is sad to me
If I was you I would be mad at me
I got to do what I got to do, that is a fact to me
By any means better hope that I f*ck with you
Jump in this double dutch, your shawty cuddled up
With a real n*gga why you got a problem
But she said its cool I ain't thinking bout calling you
I ain't thinking bout calling you
[Verse 3: Jelani Imani]
I hit a lick I was six I've been having some money on me ever since
They've been show her about it all over this sh*t
They watching my n*ggas, the solar eclipse
Boy I feel like the sh*t, i'm on the radio
Yea now we getting falacio baby consistent with flawless attempts
See I played your new sh*t they like all of this skips n*gga that sh*t clip
G-star jeans on me i'm a star big dippa type gleam on me, that's up
Vince carter wings on me, no cap
This city put wings on me, that's up
sh*t feel like a dream lowkey
Top speed shawty ride with like the yellow XB, that's up
n*gga I don't be free
In the world that i wanna see my n*ggas be kings, that's up