(Chorus – Casanova)
Ni**as try and catch me in the drop
Ni**as try and book me for my watch
They ain’t know I had the Glock, boom, boom, boom
Now, everybody getting shot, boom boom
Ni**as try and catch me in the drop
Ni**as try and book me for my watch
They ain’t know I had the Glock, boom, boom, boom
Now, everybody getting shot, boom boom
(Post Chorus)
F**k boy, don’t run
Where you going?
F**k boy, don’t run
My watch still on me!
F**k boy, don’t run
Where you going?!
They ain’t know I had the gat
F**k boy, don’t run
F**k boy, don’t run
Where you going?
F**k boy, don’t run
Get that ni**a!
They ain’t know I had the gun
(Verse 1 – Young M.A)
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn, this Brooklyn back at it again
If it’s a issue then we handle that
Me and my guns stick together like candle wax
No face, no chase, tied the bandana back
Ni**as blam at me f**k it I’m blamming back
Get the grip with extended clip
Dare a ni**a flip, you showing off
Let that 40 off, boom tomato sauce
Those is for us, ni**a take ’em off
Ni**a take em, I want that watch
I want that chain too, thank you that’ll be all
I be mobbing with a bunch of G’s, yo it’s Redlyfe
Highspeed dipping on the D’s, running red lights
Hop out, run in the building f**king up a pair of dykes
No paradise, I’m in the hood like a pair of dice
(Verse 2 – Fabolous)
They like damn you be moving different
Acting Hollywood like you in the movie business
Naw dawg but I just gotta prove em different
But still packing like I’m in the moving business
Once you level up, you gotta maneuver different
Your boy still whipping like he in the smoothie business
Got the jamba juice right here in Obama’s roof
Ni**as type with me cause they baby momma lose
Hold up, you f**kboys ain’t get it
She got with a real one, now f**kboys can’t hit
We out here making moves, f**kboys ain’t with it
When the fam pop out, you f**kboys ain’t litty, ha
I had to call Cas, like bro
I heard ni**as won’t book me for a watch
Naw it’s a Philipe for a show
The biggest want Boogie for a watch
I guess time is money
If being broke is a joke y’all never find us funny
I’m on a thousand, the sh*t you on is lousy
So your shorty let me beat her like Ronda Rousey
(Chorus – Casanova)
Ni**as try and catch me in the drop
Ni**as try and book me for my watch
They ain’t know I had the Glock, boom, boom, boom
Now, everybody getting shot, boom boom, boom
Ni**as try and catch me in the drop
Ni**as try and book me for my watch
They ain’t know I had the Glock, boom, boom, boom
Now, everybody getting shot, boom boom
(Post Chorus)
F**k boy, don’t run
Where you going?
F**k boy, don’t run
My watch still on me!
F**k boy, don’t run
Where you going?!
They ain’t know I had the gat
F**k boy, don’t run
F**k boy, don’t run
Where you going?
F**k boy, don’t run
Get that ni**a!
They ain’t know I had the gun
(Verse 3 – Dave East)
They ain’t know I had the Sig on me
I can give a f**k about your big home
Jumping out that foreign, I got your b*tch on me
In all white looking like I bust a brick open
You Frank Ocean ni**as singing to men
The bouncer know how we rocking so we bringing them ’em in
Juice around, got me leaning again
If I say them ni**as is opps, you never see me with them
I book ni**as, ni**as book me that’s gangsta
Been cut, homie tried to book me with a razor
Cripping in the G, but I’m like Tookie in the wrangler
Tonight I ain’t dancing it’s hard to boogie with the banger, danger
(Verse 4 – Don Q)
Ni**as tried to book me for my watch
Me and Boogie in the drop, got my hoodie and my Glock
Couple years back, we was cooking cookies in the pot
I had a 30..10, I was a rookie in the spot
Fast forward to now, I’m the ni**a that hoes chose
Bartenders and old hoes giving me low blows
Catch me whipping the Rolls slow
Lady approach go
Cuban is rose gold, with 4 hoes
The game takes, you the king I remain is
I done ate dinner, shaked crab on the same place
Still…coffin
Hit your cartwheel, but I make your cart wheel til the tar peel
School of hard-knocks, I got…selling hard
Never cooperated, I ain’t taking
Ni**as gon try to throw dirt if they want
But every rhyme that you hear be the verse of the month
What, Don
(Verse 5 – Casanova)
You know where the Nets play out in Brooklyn
Shooting ni**as in broad day
Running off on the plug ni**a, that’s no way
Out in Brooklyn getting bricks from the Oyes
Two time, comma that
Brooklyn bring that money back
Try and catch me slipping in Lust
Left with a hundred pack
Shooters like a cornerback
Money long, I ordered that
You should never thought of that
Now you can’t get your daughter back
