8father - NYT Lyrics

Riding downtown wit my close ones round
Heard they throwing shots on the bankroll now
Boy we don't play, better check yo mouth
Better check yo clock, see my times right now

Tryna cut me out but I can't go down
Left the 61 and I ain't go back
When they hear south they all think bout Broward
This the 239 bitch and there ain't no doubt

Running up the numbers and there ain't no cap and
I Came a long way from the north to the south
Got the power In my hands and I can't give it back
This shit straight booming when I'm on it boy I snap

954's where I spend my time when I ain't feelin right cause the city on snap
Got a couple girls down for whatever
But I ain't really on it cause I'm focused on my grind right now

Wait (wait wait wait)

I don't think you niggas really want, war
I'm really just tryna get a Benz, truck
239 my city and we can't, stop
Run this shit these bitches call me, ASAP
Rocky like a mountain and I hit, shots
Bout to go to Weston and get lit up
Run up on me smith n Wesson straight up

And the bitch said we should go on dates now
We can say we did it but you know I ain't down
Flaky like snow I'm always changing my mind
But I'm solid like a rock, I ain't never switching sides
Ignorance real, might be getting my mind
Got me feeling like I'm Kanye West on the track
I go hella hard cause it's just what I'm about
Better look around we aint playing with these frauds

I'm that nigga, that jigga nigga
I'm all about it, making money, and getting bigger
I go insane, I'm going major, and that's a statement
I know they wishing I would fall, but I ain't slipping
I'm kinda different

Filling up my cup with muscato that's my favorite
I ain't really into trends I follow what I'm feeling
Feeling like a villain but I gotta build a village
Better make room cause I'm coming up I'm vicious
Money, money
Really all I'm hearing
I know they really want me to turn up on the music
She knows ima star but she don't pick up the lyrics
Still gon bust it open, cause she know a nigga wreckless

1 take 2 takes 3 takes uh
Cross a nigga over then I lay up on em uh
I get on a track and I gotta spit it up
When I'm wit you bitches know I gotta beat it up
If the nigga talking then we gotta stick em up
Pull up where he at real quick and beat em up
Then we take his girl back where we at and beat her up

I ain't hitting licks but you know we scheming up, uh

Now I gotta form a storm, they ain't showing love so I gotta make em fall
Pull up on em, one take quick and let if off
Still ain't showing love but they know about the boy

What you know about this boy
Saying this again, you ain't f*cking wit the boy
I could give a damn bout the niggas on your squad
I could give a damn bout the mod that you around

8God 8mob 8Father huh

F*cking on these broads, I'm a big daddy huh
My girl got a fatty and she keep it ready uh
When she put it up on me, know a nigga cumming yea
Really do it me
I believe this world ain't really ready for me, uh
Dedicated to this, you gon learn about just what I do to this shit