2Am In Nyc

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Microwave music
Aye go get the backdoor
Aye go get the backdoor
Yea yea yea
Ay
Ay my plug on the border right now
Duckin ice
Tryna run from immigration
Yuh he fronted me 10 bricks of white
Imma pay the tab
He gotta be patient
When I bust one
Out the wrapper
Call me whatever
But I gotta taste it
I just re'd up
All my junkies showing up
They don't need an invitation
I just left New York
I'm back in Dallas
With my plug at the Racho
Everybody in my hood
Wanna be Pablo or El Chapo
I just sold 10 4's
And a baby today
Do the math
Add me up
That's Another 50k put up
In my Stash box
Count it up
I showed pops 250k in cash
And it f****d em up
I showed auntie a brick of soft
She like f*** it
Let me take a bump
I'm like a junkie
When it come to that money
Goddamn I can't get enough
I'm so grateful
Gotta thank god
And I can't forget about my clucks
Imma real trap ese
Keep the residue on my scale
My plug trippin Talm bout
Sending bricks through the mail
My potna in the feds
Doing 20 in that jail
I'm riding round with them bricks
Man I'm biting on my nails
Controlling all the traffic
Too much motion at my spot
Yea I keep a brick around
For whoever wanna come shop
We
Duckin the ATF the DPD and the FBI
I swore to tell the truth
But f*** the judge
Imma tell a lie
Free the plug
He got deported
But he still sending me them thangs
Heard yo potna got extorted
And they took off with his chain
Ay I'm in love with that white girl
I'm in love with Mary Jane
Don't heat up yo food in my microwave
It's gon taste like cocaine
F*** all these Thot a** b****s
No I can't entertain
Auntie tryna find the vein
When I cut it too much
They complain
I need a plug like el chapo
They need to free em out of ADX
I can't go out like Luka n****
And switch up on Dallas Tex