Y.S.A - 701 lyrics

[1st Verse - Y.S.A] Who the f*ck is this on my building steps I don't know you, you dnt look familiar, what u REP Ni**a u bang, what u claim? Who the king of yo set You got a weapon my ni**a, what u holdin a tech Oh you scared? All this drama just ta see his lady that said ignore them ni**as and come upstairs Yeah right, not only does he fear Christ Its them Fenimore ni**as that got him scares for dear LIFE... Blood building, they flip ni**as Show no love, but mad cool wit them Albany crip ni**as F*ck around and get disfigured, they sip liquor, serving fiends on the strip Ni**a stick to the script Like writing in cursive, f*ck flirting Wit all these thug ni**as, that pu**y better be worth it This sh*t look nervous, before we flirt and we s** Come and get me before they merk me on these burgundy steps [Chorus - Y.S.A] Be aware of them crooked ni**as that block hug Random moments where them DT's a pop up Stick around I gotta story ta brag When u in Fenimore between Troy and Albany Ave 701 [Naj Is Dope] Living around them wild ni**as and wicked thots Unhealthy meals from the Chinese and Chicken Spots Similar story outta Jay-Z past, but this is Fenimore between Troy and Albany Ave 701 [2nd Verse - Y.S.A] Lickin up shots when the ball drops Up on the roof, its just a couple troops, ni**a u bullet proof U wouldn't think it if its pointed at cha body This the building where the Dice games is played up in the lobby Shoutout ta Molly Rob, and ni**as that hustle hard Brooklyn boiled in they heart's blastin Jigga from they cars [Naj Is Dope] In the Yard, Found a couple ni**as ready to get minajed They got tree, I got the wheels ready to park in they garage And them, Go Getters that roll wit us Got Gold Diggers Tryna tell ni**as whats best, figured I showed ni**As As they Control ni**as That don't know how to hold figures Stick to the script. These hoes all need a save ya soul scripture I'm watching HollyWood depict on how the cold hit ya Bullsh*t, get you the full clip YOU GET THE WHOLE PICTURE?? Let us draw it out, young chicks be whoring out With a couple homies thats lonely ready to war it out [Chorus] [Post Chorus - Y.S.A] Where u from, where u from... Walking round on this block, better keep a lid on yo tongue These lil homies losing they innocence while they young If you don't know nobody here I think its best you never come