[Lyric] Coming Out (Feby)

[Intro:]
That's that shit
New York City shit
Outside

[Verse 1:]
Who high? Who not?
Make shit hot when when I bend two blocks
Tell me who pop? Who really throwing shots?
Talking that shit, shutting down spots
Tryna drop when I drop, [?]
Riding dick to the top [?]
They buying they views, they [?]
My opps teaming up with my opps
[?] threw it all on a watch
Did it again, and invested in stocks
[?] from Brooklyn, got that shit on lock
I ain't checking no label, but I get I get the gwop
Put a bag on your head, I can send you up top
[?] to an island, and switch up the spot
Pockets on heavy, I keep me a not
Keep me a trapper, he whippin the pot
Keep me a shooter, you know he [?]
[[?] you know he gon drop
Been my own boss, I ain't punching no clock
[?] you know it's gon knock
What you saying, you talk to the cops
[?] the streets, they be talking a lot
Everything litty, I love when it's [?]
[Verse 2:]
Who mad? You mad
Drip on me, check the price tag
Tell me who bad? Who really got swag?
Put that shit on, who really got gass?
[?] from the bottom now
We at the top, tryna pop how I pop, but you not
If I'm out, you know gang in the spot
[?]
You know how I rock
Jordans my sneakers, but Gucci the socks
Been on TV, but I'm still on the block
And I'm still a real bitch, if you like me or not
[?], ride it all night, he don't tell me to stop
[?] he beating the box
[?] I be geeking a lot