New York (NY) lyrics

[Skit]
I'mma keep, I'mma keep it gully with you yo
This whole character this..
Yo I'm not feelin it yo
n*gga the f*ck are you really on n*gga
Rappin bout' f*ckin Naruto and cartoons and sh*t
Playing with Pokemon cards n*gga
What the f*ck you on son
Needa' get yo f*ckin' mind right yo
Seen him talkin bout being in New York, when n*gga, 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*

[Intro]
pus*y n*gga tell me how it feel
Pie is only cool, until its off the window sill

[Hook]
New York, b*tch I'm out in New York
sh*t, I just lit a Newport
I made yo main retwist my new growth
Said I'm feeling like I'm New York
I brought Floridians to New York
I already f*cked your new ho
Still pour em' dirty sprite tell em its Nuvo
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
What the f*ck these new n*ggas mean
Cuff in flood waters (?)
Bet you the skyscraper don't
Bank$ 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 n*gga from my city gettin' to starin'
Water fill up they eye, hot boy make em cry
And I got new editions to my set up room stop playin with me
Think I can't get bike on point
But the plug cause my motherf*ckin state crooked
And I heard your shone been acting brand new boy that pus*y 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 sh*t
Burn n*gga with Calendars so they can learn the basics

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
New word around Twitter "Robb Bank$ 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
f*ck n*gga 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 n*gga slipped lost all my bread
Which I made a little better, had every b*tch there lying hands through my dreadlocks
My b*tch in the sand like Shikaku while you thumb checks through drive-thru's
Been dead broke and lied to, now I’m in that ape 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
[Hook]