Stylin On You

[Hook – Manolo Rose] Keep your love, cause we like the hate The hating make a nigga go harder Drive in that Lambo, go farther Yeah homie, yeah we styling on you Hating nigga, man we styling on you Sucka niggas, man we styling on you The hate make a nigga go harder We created the style [?] [Verse 1 – Vado] Welcome to New York, where we don’t play Where out-of-towners gonna pay like if this LA On the DL, you can end up DOA I’m the CL coupe, not the CLA Headband, track suit, a pair of Fi L As Stack a [?], black boot, leather PLA Matching blue BBs on the CLK I’m like Rich coming through just to see LA [Verse 2 – Tray Pizzy] Bronx bomber, 80 gang, you know my set I heard these pussies want to bang like lesbo sex Old niggas still hating from a retro set The new here, let me put this shit in retrospect You got to love it cause your bitch do And y’all do what them chicks do Chopping niggas down, gun fu with the ginsu I’m taking all bets, and they look like they against you Kill your whole team and whatever bitch sent you Trip gang, my dick hang, I let my nuts drag I’m in mine, would go in yours but it’s a clutch bag You Bruce Jenner, I’m Bruce Lee, my glow up You know when I’m around cause these niggas never show up [Hook] [Verse 3 – Dave East] I turn heads in every V I play I get fronted one extra every P I take Tell these niggas what the business is, y’all see my face Dead serious, thirst for dessert, I need my cake Pull up in the Ghost, niggas think it’s dead people riding You thought she was a model, she just said that we could slide her I used to do the Mark Buchanan, cigars and salmon Beach chair on first, I’m in Harlem tanning Hit Miami for the lobster tails, don’t forget the butter sauce 6 5 but I love the Porsche, knock your mother off Like Nip Hussle, all my money in, it’s nothing short I’m still ducking court, this East, the fucking thought [Hook] [Verse 4 – Manolo Rose] Brooklyn running with me, Far Rockaway runnin' with me 441, double building, you heard 50 Stack year was great, Chinx resting in peace Got to learn from my predecessors’ mistakes, you got to take heed Stacks bought the Porsche, Chinx bought the Porsche Now both of the homies gone, I can’t afford to take a loss First whip that I’mma cop, I’mma cop me an 8 seater Bullet proof the whip, 8 goons and 100 heaters Turn the music, nigga this is one of our children From Onyx to MOP, can’t forget about X Niggas dropped the baton off, now I run with it next Knock knock on the door, hi game, let me in 2 milly, milly rocking by the door, grab a man Brooklyn eating, niggas know we come for them checks And we wyling on these pussies, we dying for that respect Remember that boy Hov, yeah he one of my seniors We come from the same hood, the history get repeated I’mma wake they ass up since these fuckboys sleeping New blood, new energy, but all up to the vets Let me talk my shit, cut the beat off slim Short nigga running with goons, they call me [?] The shooter he keep moving, boy you too antsy I argue with the coppers with my mink unbuttoned, I’m too fancy Basketball was plan A, pills selling plan B, rapping it was plan C Our lord got to be before he see divine equality God, understand me A nigga done came up, boozy bitches can’t stand me Concrete, we the new wolves, we huddle alone Bring the food right back to the family We coming for all of y’all We gunning on all of y’all God