​nyc lyrics

[Intro: 1oneam]
—me at Saks?, I've never been to Saks
Ayy, go (I…)
I've never been to Saks
I-I love you

[Verse: 1oneam]
I'm in New York with a bad b*tch
These n*ggas hoes, man, they acting
Blew me a bag, on some fast sh*t (f*ck you, n*gga)
Talk down, boy, you lacking
Yeah, Zen got that bag, b*tch
I'm in that coupe with a bad b*tch
Been had them racks at the jump
Showed her the bag, now that b*tch wanna hump
Juggin' bro sh*t for his funds
Blew a bag, too much fun
Ayy, big hundreds, ain't no ones
She say, "lil' Zen, you the one"
You want that feat? Boy, you dumb
Yeah, I need the bread, no crumbs

[Verse: Okaymar]
I need the bread, no crumbs (That's them? Y'all wanna get shot at, n*gga?)
And my pockets on fat, like a thumb
That boy get no brеad, he a bum
I'm in this b*tch mouth like Gum
I see the fеds, then I'm on the run
I'm f*cking this ho', boy, that sh*t fun
I wake up, then I run the funds
Smoking on gas, f*ckin' up my lungs
I spend a bag, b*tch, I'm at Dover
I see a opp boy, then it's over
That b*tch wanna f*ck, told her: «Bend over»
Walk in with a chip on my shoulder
Walk in with a gun on my hip
f*ck around, hit it, then I dip
She wanted a bag, I bought her some chips
I was in school, bussin' off the scripts
[Verse: Smokingskul]
b*tch, I got a MAC on me in the Big Apple
Yeah, hi-tech, not no damn Snapple
What? White OG say, "Holy mackerel!"
b*tch, I got a dog like a damn Jackal
Servin' sh*t out the 'telly with it
Serve him up, then I take it back, cause I'm petty with it
Slime you out, then I lie about it, like I'm Melly with it
I want the bread, no crumb, b*tch
What? Lean give me the run, b*tch
Yeah, we gon' get to the funds, b*tch
We gon' get to the funds
Real ass n*gga, I'm 1 of 1
b*tch, my name Smoke, like I'm Carter son
We gon' light up that crib, Thomas Edison
AR-15 sound like that sh*t 'sped or some

[Outro]
b*tch ass n*gga