Robb Bank$ - New York NY Lyrics
[Skit]I'mma keep, I'mma keep it gully with you yoThis whole character this..Yo I'm not feelin it yoNigga the ***** are you really on niggaRappin bout' *****in Naruto and cartoons and shitPlaying with Pokemon cards niggaWhat the ***** you on sonNeeda' get yo *****in' mind right yoSeen him talkin bout being in New York, when nigga, when?You ain't come to bh nowhere in Harlem we seen you sonWord to my mother on every side of her family yoKids, neices, nephews*Gunshots*[Intro]***** nigga tell me how it feelPie on the cool til' they all know end is here[Hook]New York, ***** I'm out in New YorkShit, I just lit a NewportI made yo main retwist my new groveSaid I'm feeling like I'm New YorkA Broward Floridian said New YorkI already *****ed your new hoStill pour em' dirty sprite tell em its Nuvo[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]What the ***** these new niggas meanCuff in flood waters (?)Bet you the skyscraper don'tBank$ got Twinkies in 2013Florida heat, Basquiat my jalapeño with a habaneroPut your sister in a Carrera and dirty in her SierraAye that whitey new nigga from my city gettin' to starin'Water fill up they eye, hot boy make em cryAnd I got new editions to my set up room stop playin with meThink I can't get bike on pointBut the plug cause my mother*****in state crookedAnd I heard your shone been acting brand new boy that ***** ache for meBunny Ears down the rabbit hole wishing she could be PhloTouchin' but I need more, and I bet she don't say shitBurn nigga with Calendars so they can learn the basics[Hook][Verse 2: Robb Bank$]The word around Twitter "Robb Bank$ is Raider Klan"The word around Twitter "Bank$ lying bout' his daddy"The word around Twitter "Bank$ got pressure when he land"But ain't no word around Broward I'm tryna' see where y'all at***** nigga I ain't new to this business got family been jugin' centuriesBlood line heavy but she feather weight when I pick her up and I hit her with my steakBut boy never again one strip club that a nigga slipped lost all my breadWhich I made a little better, had every ***** there lying hands through my dreadlocks***** in the sand like Shikaku while you thumb checks through drive-thru'sBeen dead broke but liar Two9 bet that ain't like NarakuI got bands, like High SchoolLike your parents garageFree place to get off and if he call you get one for free like a Sham-Wow[Hook]
