I Went To New York – Babyface Ray

Two ‘hunnid for a steak and I don’t like it (Yeah)
Shit, I barely talk, real Gs move in silence (For real)
A lot of drug deals gun violence (Uh-huh)
Mama heard I’m out in NYC and got excited (Cool)
I’m just tryna clean my act up, dodge indictments (Yeah)
But I can still get it to your town if you like it (I’m on my way)
I might even get you turnt around, what’s the prices?
Why the fuck you go and get a chain with no license? (I’m ‘ignant)
Ugh nigga (Ugh) what’s good nigga? (What’s good?)
Big bags over here we ain’t no ‘lil niggas (that ain’t us)
If you want it straight up or play ‘with, it’s a ‘lil difference (It’s a ‘lil different)
Arms down, book it nigga, we brought thugs ‘with us (We brought thugs with us)
We brought guns ‘with us, Kel-Tech got the beam press the drum in it
What’s that ‘lil shit you rockin’ boy my son in it (For real)
Beat it down from the back put my thumb in it (Yeah yeah)
Ugh, you know that bitch nasty (She nasty)
Hands on shit, why wouldn’t they sign me? (Why wouldn’t they?)
Fuck friends man half of ’em grimey
‘Prolly sprintin to that bag come and find me (Yeah, yeah)
If I ain’t had this hustle in me where would I be? (Where would I be?)
Stuff my pockets full of bands, lost my ID (Lost my ID)
Stuff my 24 with 4 you ain’t like me (You ain’t like me)
Run off to the Louis store for a white tee (What you got in here?)
Five hundred for these Travis Scott Nikes (Yeah)
Ray you geekin off a perc? Bitch I might be (Bitch I might be)
Yeah, rap niggas turned trap niggas it’s ridiculous (Huh?)
How the fuck you get out the pen, you suspicious (How you do that?)
They say you ain’t really been through it if it’s written (Shh)
I can turn words into paper bitch I’m gifted (Shh)
I just walked to [?] excuse me where is Raf Simons? (Where they at?)
Black Dior denim, skinny pockets twenty in em (On me)

Lost you to the street but you know you still ‘with us
Yeah, lost you to the game but you know we still get it
Uh, she say she ain’t never really been ‘with real niggas, heh
Her ex was a lame I asked how she deal with it, yeah

Put me in the game coach, I got it from here (I got it from here)
I ain’t have to hit the dog to start a career (Nah)
Yeah, I sense these niggas hatin’ through they Instagram (Through they Instagram)
I think these niggas hatin’ cause they bitches fans (She on my dick)
All that flexin’ you should help your homies get some cash (For real)
Fatass cougar fuckin’ on me look like Stacey Dash (Uh-huh)
Four pockets full baby do the math
You should get you some nigga, you look mad (You look mad)
You should get you some nigga, you look mad (You look mad)
Four pockets full baby do the math