One With the New Yorkers lyrics
by Riley Clemmons
[Intro: Wordsplayed]
Yeah yeah
You see, come on, don't lie to yourself like you could do this
You drink Smart Water, I drink smarter water
Your doors don't do that
Your girl don't do that
You'd be lying if you said they did
Come on man, it's all imported, all of it
All of it
[Verse 1: Wordsplayed]
Found a wave, surfs up
Now Surf 'n Turf got served up
My VS, they swerved up
I see skrrts, I skrrts'd up
My quarter-to-five on the five
Animals style on the fries
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Only the strongest survive
Only the richest decide
Yeah, what's the golden rule?
Cuban links, I never ever stop
Uh, and if you think life hard
You've probably never seen a hard top
Now you asking what this coup worth
Now you asking where my roof went
Tryna tell me to lighten up
But couldn't see through the black tints
Oh no