Nick Zulu - Nyfw (feat. Rico the Artist)

Man let's get this shit cracking
I'll catch niggas out in traffic
I'm less talking all action
Hit his bitch it was tragic
These lil niggas so average
Ella Mai in the face
Cardi B in the waist
I had to do it for my sake
And I'm always outta state
And I can't be fake
It ain't really no debate
Had to let her know her place
Told my momma that we straight
Getting better day by day
Somewhere focused out the way
And this K keep me safe
That's the price you gone pay
Too much money in the safe
What you smoking boy it's laced
And I'm balling for my race

I'm at New York Fashion Week
With a lil freak
And I'm dripping to the floor
Yeah yo bitch peeped
And I'm cruising in the coupe
It got two seats
Lil boy talking smoke
He don't want beef
Leave him dead in the streets
He don't want beef
He don't want beef
Leave him dead in the streets
He don't want beef
He don't want beef

Ready to risk it all
Nothing to lose
Blow a wood make a beat
Turn to a different dude
It's funny how misconceptions
Can be construed
But who knew it's a lose lose
When you pick and choose
I stick and move
Niggas really tryna break my groove
Knock my hustle
Till I charge em double
I'm that rose that grew from rubble
Pick my dawg up if he fumble
Me and Zu stayed out of trouble
She just wanna have my baby
I can't do that to my baby
I stayed down to watch the bitch play me
It's all good that shit made me
Locking out shit all gravy
I'm the only one that can save me
See I'm the only one that can save me

I'm at New York Fashion Week
With a lil freak
And I'm dripping to the floor
Yeah yo bitch peeped
And I'm cruising in the coupe
It got two seats
Lil boy talking smoke
He don't want beef
Leave him dead in the streets
He don't want beef
He don't want beef
Leave him dead in the streets
He don't want beef
He don't want beef

I done did a lot shit
That I'll take to the grave
I'm just tryna get rich
While tryna behave
Prolly ah never get married
Always getting laid
Model bitches wanna fuck
Just off of the name
Niggas gone catch these bullets
Fuck catching the fade
You done worked yo ass off
Never getting a raise
I done worked my ass off
Damn near like a slave
But it's paying off
Now I'm resting my case
Thick bitch kissing on my face
Fuck her fast like it's a race
Hop in the coupe
Today it's the Wraith
Ain't nobody taking my place
I cut her off I needed some space
You bitches sluts get outta my face
I been bossed up you a disgrace
You washed up like it's off the lake

I'm at New York Fashion Week
With a lil freak
And I'm dripping to the floor
Yeah yo bitch peeped
And I'm cruising in the coupe
It got two seats
Lil boy talking smoke
He don't want beef
Leave him dead in the streets
He don't want beef
He don't want beef
Leave him dead in the streets
He don't want beef
He don't want beef

I'm at New York Fashion Week
With a lil freak
And I'm cruising in the coupe
It got two seats
Lil boy talking smoke
He don't want beef
Leave him dead in the streets
He don't want beef
He don't want beef
Leave him dead in the streets
He don't want beef
He don't want beef

Written by:
Amir Butler, Nicholas Bridgeforth

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