Brooklyn’s Finest Gravy (Ft. Fabolous)

[Intro: Gravy]
Uh-huh
Yep, uh, yep
Uh, ayo

[Verse 1: Gravy, Fabolous]
Peep my style, Hummer truck, no insurance
Niggas running their mouth, but I was OT tourin'
Just bought a loft with a maid named Florence
Heard the cops is on my ass for a warrant - what's his name?
Who shot him? I got him
Fuck a hip-hop diss song
They don't know we got handguns this long
I'm somewhere doing their lists wrong
Just think, the same lips you kiss on
Prolly gettin' pissed on, it's on, ma'fucker (Yeah, uh)
Me and Fab got the Brook' on smash like an airplane crash
Niggas love to talk shit outta they ass
Get it? Talking shit, knowing they ass
I got the [?] ready to [?]
Warning you niggas, I'm on your ass
The money long like stretch Maybach's
Family ties like Michael J. Fox
I pull on they blocks, stomach's gеt sick
I offer [?] tell 'em gеt your dough up
Nigga, next time, I'ma let you throw up
Better show up