Shot out New York That’s Word to my city I’m Chasing the bag Them niggas all talk That’s word to my flag No I’ll never fold No I never stag Ya niggas all broke I get to the bag phone up the bro Meet me on the ave You already know We dropping the nav How long you gonna take I need bout a half All of my niggas a really kill Put them to sleep like it’s be Benadryl Rolling up deep how we finna drill You don’t want no beef Here’s a happy meal My Shmurda gang go dumb