Brooklyn

From the seven one eight it goes



BK is you wit me New York City 

Everywhere else you can suck up my titties

Eat a big $$$$ and go to hell

In a old bucket f*** it yo it ain't hard to tell

That we got this party on smash

Now we gonna put you on blast

Written in my shit list you dead last

Face look like you did a hundred yard dash

In a 90 yard gym you look busted

Bootleg tap a keg spread it like mustard

On my buns always fun

Got other girls out on the run

Scared and they lookin like they saw a gun

Maybe they did they boyfriend's crib

That's where I woke up this morning

Cause he said that you boring

Don't like him anyway he was snoring

You can have his ass back while I'm out touring



Yo Brooklyn Yo Bronx Manhattan Yo Queens

Staten Island Yo Jersey and everywhere in between yo



Holla if you broke or an English bloke

And if you know what I mean seen

Baseball bat in the back seat

Of Matt's black car and I travel far much

Further than you witcha metro card

Betcho ass is on welfare

That's OK so am I psyche

Still gonna put my thing down tonight

One time for your mind five of a kind

Look at all the people look how they lined up

At the door they want more I bring 

Grams to the crackers like s'mores

Say oh no say hell yeah

Oh no know hell yeah now

Bust shots in the air



I got a big ass wad of nothing in my pockets

Still my fans get me high like rockets

At the show here we go

Backstage underage and I drink it slow

Oh my God what's the matter

We get hot sex served on a platter

Nick nack paddy wack givin Matt a boner

So much paper but we ain't stoners

Go'n get wild for the night

Don't act like a child tonight yo

Fancy got me dancin'

You take off your pants and

You get rude in your underoos

So so moved by my rap haikus

Yo what the f*** is wrong with you

What the f*** you think we came here to do huh

Now shake yo shit shake yo shit

Do it like this can you handle it