Youngworldibi - Welcome To NYC (Freestyle) Lyrics

Im a hustler
Crack out the mack tumbler
The gun muzzle ya
For that cream whole team crumbling
Did ya girl and ya mother and
Put her under it
Lips quick to get to smothering
Homie im bad
Throw a fit yall get pissed on
Bow down put ya lips on
Swallow into increments gotta be sick
Right out the slam without a tattoo still yeah im that dude
Things jumping like a baboon the cash rules
For that bread put ya ass in a body bag
Stake at where ya heart is at throwing darts at ya starter cap
Bad man perpetual like the metal spit
Like the devils kid
Cuz im burning souls for the hell of it
Pass yall time you dim wits
Get this ya chicken shit
A lion get yall ribs licked
Got damn im a animal
And got hands to dismantle you
Jam you up like a hammer do
In my bag want the head of yours
Now forced to climb off my pedi stool
The whole team snacks y'all edibles
Now ima laugh at ya ass
Im the man get you slayed for a grand
Check the price on ya tag still broke
This dose give you an overdose
Gifted wit the curse but hell you seeing the holy ghost
Throw shots these bars tear up ya ligaments
Killing even innocent for you talking illiterate
Mass heat brung yall drag queens
Get it yall fags weak
Ship out bag spleens now look
Eighty percent of you other rappers is garbage
Im here to take it back where it started
My thing pop rock like the nineties do
The life air it like tiny do
Pitching in cause see i need loop
I aint playing im hard a pussy im slaying em
This bigger than a stadium
Pushing chrome at ya cranium
Head split catch no breath
End up dead quick
Pledge this me on pounds makes yall dead weight
Punk listen no lip from yall tongue missing
The gun smith here bars hard with no filter
Gonna get ya six feet i cold ditch ya
And pour liquor for dead friends thats blown livers
Put me on its about time
Though im gunning for the top spot a fall makes a hard climb
Out a penitentiary
Twelve sharpened me mentally
Mind of a goon and scholar giving you therapy
This hard work
Pitch yall hooks till yall jaws break
Wit no food in ya mouth and thats a robbed plate
Parlay what i count naw for really man
Fam haul weight ship more parts than minivans
Ya dig me
Play the back my team stacked like pat rileys
Ill rob you in all black and thats cosby
Lips sealed the outcome if a clip spill
If a prick steal he prolly get his wig pealed
Ride like skateboards rock like tony
Ya heart stop like cold feet
Cuz look prick i hold heat
Beating me homie theres no way
Sitting on caine flow sick like its blown aids
And youre lame
Goes in my rap game the thing is buku
Hot man and got damn ya head is kuku
Like pos to a drug stop feel it in the air
Once to dumping get to jumping like a club spot
Tell ya wut ya try me ya stupid
Shoot em on down get no love from cupid
Bet ya own team they like damn he hot
Bars lay em down dope shit pitch bags on blocks
Spray mine see why aim in a straight line
Knocking off everything pound till his face throb
And i praise god in rap im a god
And this here a home run shit like a rod
Why try me ill blow through a whole body
Pick a load leave a hole wit the old tommy
When im home know its on man ya flow sloppy
Set it off wit the chrome man im so cocky
Man we know that i spit flames
Even thought of ghost writing for dudes but nigga the shit changed
Got a spit game rock it wit a sick chain
Loud mouth ill get you slaughtered for a big chain
Act up ya lash out it back fire
Fast hire leave face prints from black tires
Take cash for a straight hook and hey look
Grinding you can catch me on facebook

Im a hustler
Crack out the mack tumbler
The gun muzzle ya
For that cream whole team crumbling
Did ya girl and ya mother and
Put her under it
Lips quick to get to smothering
Homie im bad
Throw a fit yall get pissed on
Bow down put ya lips on
Swallow into increments gotta be sick
Right out the slam without a tattoo still yeah im that dude
Things jumping like a baboon the cash rules
For that bread put ya ass in a body bag
Stake at where ya heart is at throwing darts at ya starter cap
Bad man perpetual like the metal spit
Like the devils kid
Cuz im burning souls for the hell of it
Pass yall time you dim wits
Get this ya chicken shit
A lion get yall ribs licked
Got damn im a animal
And got hands to dismantle you
Jam you up like a hammer do
In my bag want the head of yours
Now forced to climb off my pedi stool
The whole team snacks y'all edibles
Now ima laugh at ya ass
Im the man get you slayed for a grand
Check the price on ya tag still broke
This dose give you an overdose
Gifted wit the curse but hell you seeing the holy ghost
Throw shots these bars tear up ya ligaments
Killing even innocent for you talking illiterate
Mass heat brung yall drag queens
Get it yall fags weak
Ship out bag spleens now look
Eighty percent of you other rappers is garbage
Im here to take it back where it started
My thing pop rock like the nineties do
The life air it like tiny do
Pitching in cause see i need loop
I aint playing im hard a pussy im slaying em
This bigger than a stadium
Pushing chrome at ya cranium
Head split catch no breath
End up dead quick
Pledge this me on pounds makes yall dead weight
Punk listen no lip from yall tongue missing
The gun smith here bars hard with no filter
Gonna get ya six feet i cold ditch ya
And pour liquor for dead friends thats blown livers
Put me on its about time
Though im gunning for the top spot a fall makes a hard climb
Out a penitentiary
Twelve sharpened me mentally
Mind of a goon and scholar giving you therapy
This hard work
Pitch yall hooks till yall jaws break
Wit no food in ya mouth and thats a robbed plate
Parlay what i count naw for really man
Fam haul weight ship more parts than minivans
Ya dig me
Play the back my team stacked like pat rileys
Ill rob you in all black and thats cosby
Lips sealed the outcome if a clip spill
If a prick steal he prolly get his wig pealed
Ride like skateboards rock like tony
Ya heart stop like cold feet
Cuz look prick i hold heat
Beating me homie theres no way
Sitting on caine flow sick like its blown aids
And youre lame
Goes in my rap game the thing is buku
Hot man and got damn ya head is kuku
Like pos to a drug stop feel it in the air
Once to dumping get to jumping like a club spot
Tell ya wut ya try me ya stupid
Shoot em on down get no love from cupid
Bet ya own team they like damn he hot
Bars lay em down dope shit pitch bags on blocks
Spray mine see why aim in a straight line
Knocking off everything pound till his face throb
And i praise god in rap im a god
And this here a home run shit like a rod
Why try me ill blow through a whole body
Pick a load leave a hole wit the old tommy
When im home know its on man ya flow sloppy
Set it off wit the chrome man im so cocky
Man we know that i spit flames
Even thought of ghost writing for dudes but nigga the shit changed
Got a spit game rock it wit a sick chain
Loud mouth ill get you slaughtered for a big chain
Act up ya lash out it back fire
Fast hire leave face prints from black tires
Take cash for a straight hook and hey look
Grinding you can catch me on facebook