New York (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Jadakiss)

New York, the real New York I'm outside, I don't live in Miami, I don't live in Colorado Come to my block, you see me my niggas All of y'all, you know I be down there This is Kiss, I'm out Icy bust down on a wrist I had to put it on my bucket list I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips My nigga, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought I'm always dressed up in designer shit They re-change us, pretenders My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps They always end up tryna spin blocks Icy bust down on a wrist I had to put it on my bucket list (I had to put it on) Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips My nigga, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought (I'm always) I'm always dressed up in designer shit They re-change us, pretenders My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps Always end up tryna spin blocks I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips Bitch, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought I'm quick to tell a bitch to suck a dick Like fuck what you thought, bitch, I'm too sauce She won't catch me cuddlin' in my Cullinan Especially when I'm outside bubblin' Yeah, shorty sexy, but, I really want her friend Knowin' if I hit it once, I'm probably gon' hit again No cap, look AP, straight runner, no tap In this two-seater with the heat up to the max Bumpin' old school slick Drake with the patch Thinkin' 'bout where I came from, I can never go back 'Cause they don't really make 'em like this anymore Be on 50 for your dog, if it's litty, go to war You get jammed on that mission, don't go tellin' what you saw She can tell I'm from New York, just the way a nigga talk Icy bust down on a wrist (huh?) I had to put on my bucket list (I had to put on) Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips My nigga, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought (I'm always) I'm always dressed up in designer shit They re-change us, pretenders My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps Always end up tryna spin blocks Hard-headed jacket, my belt Hermès You want me to throw this cash, better shake that ass I'm a New York nigga, only bigger Okay, I'm a Lil Mane, yeah, fuck how you feel I can go back to the hood, yeah 'cause I'm good there Niggas say the realest shit, but be the fakest, yeah Only if you understood, my nigga Just know I love you even though I never say it, yeah Brodie always got my back, with the big MAC, yeah We ain't blood, it just look like we related, yeah In my bag, watch your mouth 'fore we watch your house, bitch (When it's murder on your mind, it's hard to think about shit) Still shakin' up the dice like I'm on my last round Wanna talk about the past when we get him back, yeah Get the money, write the Mike Amiri on my ass Drive the Bentley, ride the pension, but the first and last, yeah Icy bust down on a wrist (icy, bust down) I had to put on my bucket list (I had to put on) Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips (a hundred, nigga) My nigga, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always, fly) They re-change us, pretenders (you know we fly, nigga) My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps (fuck everyone) Always end up tryna spin blocks (ha-ha-ha) Yeah, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips (brrt) I'm from New York, fuck what you thought Life is too short, I don't do shorts (uh-uh) I done sold everything, crack to new ports (woo) 'Bout that action, 'bout that goon talk (yeah) Drop the coke in the pot, watch it moonwalk (ayy) Wait for his heart to stop, don't zoom off (uh-uh) Grown man watch hoppin' out of the two-door (yes) I'm from the apple where you learned how to grapple It's fucked up 'cause now, they clap you (yeah) Put you around, is what you will adapt to (uh-huh) We in the building, plus, we on the map too (yes) We put it in baggies, now, they put it in capsules (woo) The Mecca of Hip-Hop, this is the chapel (yeah) You ain't fuckin' with it, you is a hater Rowdy Rebel, A Boogie, and Jada (yeah) Icy bust down on a wrist (what?) I had to put on my bucket list (I had to put on my bucket list) Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips My nigga, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always) They re-change us, pretenders My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps Always end up tryna spin blocks