You know I don't play right
Just give me the word, I
Uh-huh, uh-huh
You know I don't play right
Uh-huh, uh-huh
It's my turn to rock this, New Yorker got this
Coming through more rally than a mouse pit
I am the gossip, who spits the hot tits
I'm gonna get back to the street life
Uh, it's my turn to rock this, New Yorker got this
Coming through more rally than a mouse pit
I am the gossip, who spits the hot tits
Kicking those in, nigga, * a locksmith
Don't give a this
I'm gonna get back when I feel like
You know I don't play right
It's my turn to rock this, New Yorker got this
Kicking those in, nigga, * a locksmith
You know I don't play right
You know I don't play right
Don't give a this
I'm gonna get back when I feel like
You know I don't play right