Harlem Envy

[Verse 1: Perrion] Harlem nigga on the rise This shit come easy, I don't even try I just seperate from the fakes, two face Want to smile up in your face and tell a bunch of lies Nigga fuck that bullshit I'm on the cool shit I know niggas who always keep full clips Keep that tool equipped for you shit heads No chlorine; clean them out like some pool shit Don't believe? Take a visit to my town I know OGs that hol' the block down I been around; I seen it all My niggas' records ain't clean at all Never told a lie, I mean it all Nigga pass the Moe, I'll drink it all I don't give a fuck what you think at all These gold digging hoes get no cream at all My team is strong; home team Raider Clan, A$AP right by my side That pretty young thing be moaning She a bad bitch who would ride or die No E-V-E but she’d peep the G Now she fiending, want to creep with me And she love the D, when I give it to her But still slut, you get no fucking mula Slick with the words I’mma fucking ruler Niggas cold with the flow we be fucking cooler Get on stage, bet they fucking boo ya Fake niggas, I can see right fucking through ya Had to catch my breath Carrots, poison, pearls keep me fresh to death We getting it and you getting nothing And that’s real shit, Why y’all niggas fronting? [Hook] I'm camo down to my boxers, gold teeth, a bathing ape (5x) It's animals in my projects like monkeys, orangutans [Bridge: ASAP Ferg] This is muthafuckin' D-Ferg Reporting live from the muthafuckin' B-side Harlem world where the G's ride Sippin' Henny, smoke a blunt, you know we be high [Verse 2: ASAP Ferg] Sippin that dough, get a smack tho Similac ho wanna suck on my balls Semi-mac go though, oh look it they know Let his brain go, in Durango Through his Kangol, David Blaine ho Disappear if you talking that shit Spit a motherfucking clip through your motherfucking hip Hammer in my pants, I'm too legit to quit Moving, I clear through your crib Fifth move the couch and the room'll get big I don't give a fuck if a tomb in your head Home improvement, this nigga got fixed [Verse 3: Slim Dollars] Uh, Slim Dollars, smoke some bitch, light up Is you catching what I'm throwing, pick it up like stripper money Slim Dollars, Hug Hef swag looking bunnies I’m in the grotto, trippy is the motto Pop a few purps, bitches sipping on my bottle I’m not a role model, not the nigga you should follow I hope they get the point like a tip on the hollow Mark Jacobs in the flesh, baby blow me like a breath I don’t need support like a pair of fucking breasts Strapped like a bra put your animals to rest Veterinarian, yes we are scary and My weed red niggas gonna trip their heads on that Y’all acting like bitches, I swear I got bitches That get more bitches than you bitches You riding trill wave, when these niggas going fishing Give them the hook, you niggas know I’m gonna finish I give them the hook, these niggas know I’m finished Actually, got the city on the map Go them running on the track like subway raps Got love for the trap even though I’m in the rap Like fat lady backs I’m familiar with the crack Where they at? I’ll tell you where they been If you ain't been around I'm blowing by you like the wind Chicago with the breeze, I'm chilly without the cheese And if Santa working I'll spit a hunnit degrees