Yvng1haze - Blm (Sped up)

Drill, like I'm in NYC
Drill, like I'm in NYC
Drill the boy like I'm in NYC
I know that these boys can't see
Hop on the beat and I'm shooting like green
Ay, ay, shining the light just like a beam
Ay, if that's not a bag then where would I be
If she was the best then why would I cheat
Them boys they mad cause they ain't like me
Yeah, you know that she likes me
Yeah, you know that she likes green
Yeah, you know that she sting like a bee
Hopping the track and I'm loving the beat
Them boys mad they wanna fight me
He hopping on live talk and all that
But that boy he really ain't on that
They be talking mad smack
When I pull up they go back back
When I pull up they get wack wack
Like a duck that boy go quack quack
Yeah, huh, you know I got racks racks
Drill, like I'm in NYC
Drill, like I'm in NYC
Drill the boy like I'm in NYC
I know that these boys can see
Hop on the beat and I'm shooting all green
Ay, ay, shining the light just like a beam
If that's not a bag then where would I be
If she was the best then why would I cheat
Ay, ay, they wanna be like me
Ay, they wanna be like me
I mean what could I say like
They wanna be like me
They wanna be like me
Like you cannot see
Yeah, my room all red no led lights,Yeah, it's full of blood
That boy a liar, He said he got a pool full of blood
Ay, ay, come try me, I wish you would
Ay, come find me, I hope you could
Ay, come fight me, I hope you would
I'm hoping for luck yeah I knock on wood
And these boys dumb they need some books
Ay, like I'm in NYC
Ay, like I'm in NYC
Ay, ay, like I'm in NYC
Like I'm in NYC
And I know that girl's a freak
Ay, ay, she wanna hang with me
Ay, ay, she cannot stay in the heat
Ay, ay, ball so much like I play for the heat
Ay, ay, these boys cannot come to me

Written by:
Cameron West

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