[Chorus: Casanova]
Niggas trying to catch me in the drop
Niggas trying to book me for my watch
Ya ain’t know I had the Glock (boom boom boom)
Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom)
Niggas trying to catch me in the drop
Niggas trying to book me for my watch
Ya ain’t know I had the Glock (boom boom boom)
Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom)
[Post-Chorus: Casanova]
Fuck boy don’t run (where you going)
Fuck boy don’t run (my watch still on me)
Fuck boy don’t run (where you going)
You ain’t know I had the gun
Fuck boy don’t run (where you going)
Fuck boy don’t run (my watch still on me)
Fuck boy don’t run (where you going)
You ain’t know I had the gun
[Verse 1: Young M.A]
B-R double O-K-L-Y-N
B-R double O-K-L-Y-N
B-R double O-K-L-Y-N
It’s Brooklyn back at it again
If it’s an issue, then we handle that
Me and my gun stick together like candle wax
No face no case tie the bandana back
Niggas blam at me fuck it I’m blamming back
Hit the grip with extended clip then a nigga flinch
You showing off let the 40 boom tomato sauce
Those is foreigns nigga take em off
Nigga take em off
I want that watch I want that chain too
Thank that be all
I be mobbing with a bunch of gs yup its red life
High speed dippin on the d’s running red lights
Hop out run in the building fucking up a pair of Nikes
No paradise, I’m in the hood like a pair of dice
Niggas trying to catch me in the drop
Niggas trying to book me for my watch
Ya ain’t know I had the Glock (boom boom boom)
Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom)
Niggas trying to catch me in the drop
Niggas trying to book me for my watch
Ya ain’t know I had the Glock (boom boom boom)
Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom)
[Post-Chorus: Casanova]
Fuck boy don’t run (where you going)
Fuck boy don’t run (my watch still on me)
Fuck boy don’t run (where you going)
You ain’t know I had the gun
Fuck boy don’t run (where you going)
Fuck boy don’t run (my watch still on me)
Fuck boy don’t run (where you going)
You ain’t know I had the gun
[Verse 1: Young M.A]
B-R double O-K-L-Y-N
B-R double O-K-L-Y-N
B-R double O-K-L-Y-N
It’s Brooklyn back at it again
If it’s an issue, then we handle that
Me and my gun stick together like candle wax
No face no case tie the bandana back
Niggas blam at me fuck it I’m blamming back
Hit the grip with extended clip then a nigga flinch
You showing off let the 40 boom tomato sauce
Those is foreigns nigga take em off
Nigga take em off
I want that watch I want that chain too
Thank that be all
I be mobbing with a bunch of gs yup its red life
High speed dippin on the d’s running red lights
Hop out run in the building fucking up a pair of Nikes
No paradise, I’m in the hood like a pair of dice
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