[Intro]
The new king of New York, nigga
Yo
[Verse 1]
Ayo, don't try me, the Cartiers came out in '90
Find me in the cocaine spot lookin' icy (Ah)
Connects know me on the first name basis
I'm lookin' tasteless, Chanel off the runway, you on the waiting list
Patience, hand-in-handin' on the avenue
The almighty, I had my lil' niggas clap at you (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
These niggas not impressive at all, I barely noticed them
Your bricks cheaper 'cause you put too much soda in 'em
They had me shackled all the way to CC in Youngstown
Fast forward, I got the Audemar P bustdown (P)
Your shit bored, I'm goin' on the fifth floor (Skrt)
Nigga found a vein in his thighs and started snortin'
Wake up every mornin', thank the Lord, thank the Lord
Fuck breakfast, get the soda in the mayo jar (In the mayo jar)
[Chorus]
Shooter got yayo all in his face (Got it all over his face)
(It's fuck these niggas, Lord)
All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)
(Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, I'm the fuckin' king of New York, nigga, brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shooter got yayo all in his face (All over his face)
(Give a fuck about none of these niggas)
All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, rest in peace ChineGun Black, brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[Verse 2]
Ayo, peace to all my lifers in courtrooms like Tyson (Ah)
Fightin', tryna get their time back, I hope they righteous
Niggas kiss the ring daily, my throne ain't tampered
Four and a baby, I stashed the MAC by the Pampers
You know I'm brazy, Balmains with the head chopped
The rest'll follow, bigga died from a leg shot
You know the routine, Ksubis with the shoe string
55'll get you two things, the K and Bruce Lee (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Fly shit ever on the loose leaf, the coupe flee
Chanel Cs on the two seats, they rather unique (Skrt)
Ain't no flaws in me, yo, Versace drawers on me
Sam Rothsteins, seems the Pyrexes keep callin' me
The stove Mega Man, the bricks out in Never-Neverland (Ah)
Vera Wang high point jam, I flipped the caravan
Better learn Spanish if you want your bricks cheaper
Pop the scat trunk, came back with the street sweeper (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[Chorus]
Shooter got yayo all in his face (Got it all over his face)
All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)
(Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shooter got yayo all in his face (All over his face)
All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[Outro: Westside Pootie]
Nothin' you can say can take me away from Flygod, Flygod
Nothin' you can do 'cause I'm stuck like glue to Flygod, Flygod
You best be believin' I won't be deceivin' the Flygod, Flygod
Ayo, this is Westside Pootie, and y'all still broke
This is Griselda
Griselda
