FannyPack Seven One Eight Lyrics

brooklyn
from the seven one eight it goes

BK is you with me new york city
everywhere else you can suck up on my t__ties
eat a big mac and go to hell
in an old bucket f___ 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 s___ list you dead last
face look like you did a hundred yard dash
in a ninety 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 looking 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 a__ back while I'm out touring

brooklyn
from the seven one eight it goes

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 with your metro card
bet your a__ is on welfare
that's okay so am I psyche
still gonna put my thing down tonight
one time for your mind five of a kind
look at all the people look how they line up
at the door they want more
I bring grahams 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

I got a big a__ wad of nothing in my pocket
still my fans get me high like a rockets
at the show here we go
backstage underage and I drink it slow
oh my god what's the matter
we get the hot s__ served on a platter
nick knack paddy whack giving matt a b____
so much paper but we ain't stoners
gonna get wild for the night
don't act like a child tonight yo
fancy got me dancing
you take off your pants and
you get rude in your underoos
so so moved by my rap haikus
yo what the f___ is wrong with you
what the f___ you think we came here to do huh
shake your s___ shake your s___
do it do it like this can you handle it