Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bay 2 NY , by - TJ Porter. Release date: 07.03.2019
Song language: English
Bay 2 NY |
| From the East to the Bay, you know we on the map |
| Call Lul G, he pull up with the strap |
| Thirty on me, yeah, I’m carryin' that |
| And that bitch on my hip got a big kickback |
| This is plug talk, I can show you how the plugs talk |
| You need weed or you need Xans, I show you how the plug talk |
| Is you bangin' or you crippin'? |
| Nigga, this a thug walk |
| Hah, yeah, nigga, this a thug walk |
| Ain’t no motherfuckin' stock, it’s a thirty on this clip, though |
| Two Glocks on me, two twins like I’m Brisco |
| Up this bitch on him, make him groove like he Crisco |
| Fuck around and shoot a movie in this bitch, what the clip hold |
| Me and TJ had your bitch like a pornstar |
| We give her dick while that bitch, you adorin' her |
| How the fuck you kiss that bitch when I dogged that bitch? |
| Ran your bitch with the gang and I won’t call the bitch |
| I can show you how to shoot a Glock, I keep it on my waist |
| I can show you how to make it hot, just don’t cover your face |
| We do not fuck with the coppers, we be bustin' on the choppers |
| If you ain’t with that shit, boy, just stay in your place |
| I don’t need hoes, I be buggin' like I’m Steve-O |
| Have you swimmin' with the fishes, you’ll be lost like Nemo |
| All these bitches for the team, yeah, we call 'em team hoes |
| Have my dick up in her mouth, watch that bitch deepthroat |
| Show you how to bust that chopper, how to kick a door |
| Learn how to bust that chopper, you gon' hit the floor |
| Sloppy roll, all twenties like it’s Piccolo |
| Hundred chances I done chose but I can’t choose a ho |
| Damn near a meal ticket, I done upped about a hundred poor |
| Strapped like the Navy, young nigga got a hundred poles |
| Forty-one on my wrist, that shit hella froze |
| If bustdown beat that nigga, bitch, he hella bold |
| Make your block hot, we be spinnin' in the drop-top |
| When I’m dumpin', watch him jump in like he playin' hopscotch |
| I be bustin' in her mouth, she said it feel like Pop Rocks |
| I ain’t cuffin' no hoes, I ain’t cuffin' hot thots |
| Up this big Glock, make that nigga get bip-bop |
| And look, word, you think shit funny? |
| Turn you to a Chris Rock |
| Fake ass Rollie on your wrist, boy, that shit tick tock |
| Catch him cuffin' on a bitch, then you know the bitch not |