Days B4 NYC lyrics

[Intro]
(Haha, n*ggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man)

[Chorus]
I got labels on my phone like my hoes (Like my hoes)
I got a bad b*tch on my di*k with no clothes (Say what?)
I got racks on me, yeah, for sure (Ra-ra-racks)
I got bags on me, lil' bitty ho

[Verse 1]
I'm off X, don't talk to me (I'm off X)
I'll hit your ho, n*gga, probably (Eugh, eugh, eugh)
I put that sh*t on properly (I put that sh*t on, n*gga)
Pop that A50, lil' b*tch ain't stoppin' me (b*tch, 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 alivе)
I'm that n*gga, b*tch, I won't tell a lie (A lie)
I'm that n*gga, b*tch, I won't tеll 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)
f*ck that b*tch, she know she a vibe (Say what? I say what?)
I don't give a f*ck, I got mob ties (Mob ties, what?)
[Chorus]
I got labels on my phone like my hoes (Like my hoes)
I got a bad b*tch on my di*k with no clothes (Say what?)
I got racks on me, yeah, for sure (Ra-ra-racks)
I got bags on me, lil' bitty ho

[Verse 2]
I be on fashion sh*t (On fashion sh*t)
VETEMENTS, Hedi Slimane, I got skinny sh*t (I got skinny sh*t)
Bad b*tch tryna f*ck, she tryna suck my kids (Eugh, eugh, eugh)
Think she f*cked that n*gga, b*tch, 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 f*ck my wrist (And what?)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout sh*t, take your hat like you work at Lids (On God)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout sh*t, take your hat like you work at Lids (Say what?)