CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : LATT

In New York we countin knots
Livin at the top
AP on me mili-rock, (stick)
50 in da Glock
Now we ride around the city
Sippin wakka playin rock, (sh*t)
I just spilt my pop, (f**k)
Now I'm p*ssed off
You don't know what a perc is?
Them be my friends
They help me see all of the serpents
Perc 30, no 10's
I take five, thats a fen
Have me limpin' like a pimp
You'll never understand
As complicated as a symph

Lifes simple
He in my way I can kill him, (blah)
Simple
Im feelin bad, pop a pill, (geekin)
Simple
That the type of sh*t, that be up on my mental, (mental)
Did I hear your demo? (ha-ha)
No-I must of not of got the mеmo, (uh-uh)
Oh you ain't know we keep the lead likе a pencil, (blah)
This off the top, by the way I didn't use no pencil, (uh-uh)
These n***as just startin to get they drip, lil b*t*h I been dope
When I hit that sh*t, Imma' rip that sh*t, make her let her friends know
Yeah we keep them blicks, four, five, or six
We gonna let them sh*ts blow
Like go pro, slow mo
Like whoa, whoa
I'm rich hoe
Finna buy a diamond ring for my lil b*t*h, make it official
Bring out them big ol guns
If it's war hoe
Let them f**k n***as know
MLNB commin' strong
This sh*t is forever..