Sound Reasons YL (Rap) (Ft. Mid-R-Kay & Starker)

[YL]
Uh huh, it's Triple R shit baby

[Starker]
Yeah, make this money, take this money
Ain't no way you could take this from me
Take that honey, shake that money
Make that- yeah

[Verse 1: Starker]
Yeah yo I'm Harlem shakin' like 2003
Smokin' the rarest of drugs up on the balcony
The blow'll have her ready to fuck
You know my bitches rolling poison ivy
I'm makin' terrible decisions with the boys behind me
My uncle had the whole community before the 90s
You call me grimy, you just pussy, yo I order Chinese
You could find me in my 700 bubble coat
I love to smoke aesthetic butter like I bubble coke I'm on some other shit
From the city back to Cooper projects
You do the knowledge, give me praise and pay the ruler homage
Tommy Bahama, '97 maxes shoes is shinin'
Ya'll niggas rhymin' 'bout promethazine and rude designers
If you my dude yo that's my nigga, yeah we fam forever
400 dollars for the teddy sittin' on the sweater
Get it together my hustle was like the movie Fresh n' that's movin weight like fuckin' sloppy chicks that's heavy settin' who sellin' weapons?
I need Ruben blades and Mack 11's
She threw it back like Moschino son
She threw it back like Moschino son
You know I does it dirty I'm 730 with a pretty bitch that's fuckin' early
Elizabeth Hurley the god