Lyrics Robb Bank$ – New York (NY)
Text:
I’mma keep, I’mma keep it gully with you yo
This whole character this…
Yo I’m not feelin it yo
Nigga the fuck are you really on nigga
Playing with Pokemon cards nigga
What the fuck you on son
Needa’ get yo fuckin’ mind right yo
Seen him talkin bout being in New York, when nigga, when?
You ain’t come to bh nowhere in Harlem we seen you son
Word to my mother on every side of her family yo
Kids, neices, nephews
*Gunshots*
Pussy nigga tell me how it feel
Pie is only cool, until its off the window sill
New York, bitch I’m out in New York
Shit, I just lit a Newport
I made yo main retwist my new grove
Said I’m feeling like I’m New York
I brought Floridians to New York
I already fucked your new ho
Still pour em’ dirty sprite tell em its Nuvo
What the fuck these new niggas mean
Cuff in flood waters ?
Bet you the skyscraper don’t
Bank$ got Twinkies in 2013
Florida heat, Basquiat my jalapeño with a habanero
Put your sister in a Carrera and dirty in her Sierra
Aye that whitey new nigga from my city gettin’ to starin’
Water fill up they eye, hot boy make em cry
Think I can’t get bike on point
But the plug cause my motherfuckin state crooked
And I heard your shone been acting brand new boy that pussy ache for me
Bunny Ears down the rabbit hole wishing she could be Phlo
Touchin’ but I need more, and I bet she don’t say shit
Burn nigga with Calendars so they can learn the basics
New York, bitch I’m out in New York
Shit, I just lit a Newport
I made yo main retwist my new grove
Said I’m feeling like I’m New York
I brought Floridians to New York
I already fucked your new ho
Still pour em’ dirty sprite tell em its Nuvo
New word around Twitter «Robb Bank$ is Raider Klan»
New word around Twitter «Bank$ lying bout’ his daddy»
New word around Twitter «Bank$ got pressure when he land»
But ain’t no word around Broward I’m tryna’ see where y’all at
Fuck nigga I ain’t new to this business got family been jugin’ centuries
Blood line heavy but she feather weight when I pick her up and I hit her with my steak
But boy never again one strip club that a nigga slipped lost all my bread
Which I made a little better, had every bitch there lying hands through my dreadlocks
My bitch in the sand like Shikaku while you thumb checks through drive-thru’s
Been dead broke but liar Two9 bet that ain’t like Naraku
I got bands, like High School
Like your parents garage
Free place to get off and you call now you get one free like a Sham-wow
New York, bitch I’m out in New York
Shit, I just lit a Newport
I made yo main retwist my new grove
Said I’m feeling like I’m New York
I brought Floridians to New York
I already fucked your new ho
Still pour em’ dirty sprite tell em its Nuvo
