[Intro: Vado]
Go on, GP
Boss, what we doin'?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Vado]
You know I hate when the DA win
When puttin' a good nigga in the C-A-N
I been the man, moving weight on the P-A-N
I had Dapper Dan liftin' the gate at 3 AM (Harlem)
The flow worthy, drippin', these hoes thirsty
Silk shorts, Vlone jersey, yo Fergie ([?])
Flow sicker than mumps, who gon' nurse me?
Take my casket from the church, who gon' hearse me (Who?)
Not every rapper what New York sound like
To me, they what the New York pound like, trash (Ha)
I ain't top five, that don't sound right
I kill your top five for the crown rights, fast ('Sup?)
All my niggas is ballin', let's have a shoot around (Uh)
Nowadays it's too high if you payin' two a pound (Huh)
Ball shorts, Gucci socks, but ain't Gucci'd down (Huh)
Polo tee and wide caps say Gucci and that (Uh)
[Chorus: Vado & A$AP Ferg]
From [?] to Riverside
Where the bitches get money on real nigga time
Where the streets is hungry, want every bit of fries
Where we far from bummy and every nigga fly
Ah, what up, ha?
What up, ha?
What up, ha? (Yeah)
What up?
Yo, what's up, ha? (Vado, what up?)
What up, ha? (Yeah)
What's up, ha?
What's up?
Go on, GP
Boss, what we doin'?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Vado]
You know I hate when the DA win
When puttin' a good nigga in the C-A-N
I been the man, moving weight on the P-A-N
I had Dapper Dan liftin' the gate at 3 AM (Harlem)
The flow worthy, drippin', these hoes thirsty
Silk shorts, Vlone jersey, yo Fergie ([?])
Flow sicker than mumps, who gon' nurse me?
Take my casket from the church, who gon' hearse me (Who?)
Not every rapper what New York sound like
To me, they what the New York pound like, trash (Ha)
I ain't top five, that don't sound right
I kill your top five for the crown rights, fast ('Sup?)
All my niggas is ballin', let's have a shoot around (Uh)
Nowadays it's too high if you payin' two a pound (Huh)
Ball shorts, Gucci socks, but ain't Gucci'd down (Huh)
Polo tee and wide caps say Gucci and that (Uh)
[Chorus: Vado & A$AP Ferg]
From [?] to Riverside
Where the bitches get money on real nigga time
Where the streets is hungry, want every bit of fries
Where we far from bummy and every nigga fly
Ah, what up, ha?
What up, ha?
What up, ha? (Yeah)
What up?
Yo, what's up, ha? (Vado, what up?)
What up, ha? (Yeah)
What's up, ha?
What's up?
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