Seven One Eight - FannyPack

BK is you wit me, New York City

Everywhere else you can suck up my titties

Eat a Big Mac and go to hell

In an old bucket, fuck it, yo it ain’t hard to tell

That we got this party on smash

Now we gonna put you on blast

Written in my shit list you dead last

Face look like you did a hundred yard dash

In a 90 yard gym you look busted

Bootleg tap a keg spread it like mustard

On my buns, always fun

Got other girls out on the run

Scared and they lookin' like they saw a gun

Maybe they did they boyfriend’s crib

That’s where I woke up this morning

Cause he said that you boring

Don’t like him anyway he was snoring

You can have his ass back while I’m out touring

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight, it goes (x6)

Yo Brooklyn, yo Bronx, Manhattan, yo Queens

Staten Island, yo Jersey and everywhere in between yo

Holla if you broke or an English bloke

And if you know what I mean seen

Baseball bat in the back seat

Of Matt’s black car and I travel far

Much further than you witcha Metro Card

Betcho ass is on welfare

That’s okay so am I

Psych!

Still gonna put my thing down tonight

One time for your mind five of a kind

Look at all the people look how they lined up

At the door they want more

I bring grams to the crackers like s’mores

Say oh no, say hell yeah, oh no, hell yeah

Now bust shots in the air

Brooklyn, from the seven one eight, it goes (x6)

I got a big ass wad of nothing in my pockets

Still my fans get me high like a rocket

At the show here we go

Backstage underage and I drink it slow

Oh my God what’s the matter?

We get hot sex served on a platter

Nick nack paddy wack givin' Matt a boner

So much paper but we ain’t stoners

Go’n get wild for the night

Don’t act like a child tonight yo

Fancy got me dancin', you take off your pants and

You get rude in your underoos

So so moved by my rap haikus

Yo what the fuck is wrong with you?

What the fuck you think we came here to do huh?

Shake yo shit shake yo shit

Do it, do it like this, can you handle it?