Robb Bank$ - 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***a the f** are you really on n***a Rappin bout' f**in Naruto and cartoons and sh** Playing with Pokemon cards n***a What the f** you on son Needa' get yo f**in' mind right yo Seen him talkin bout being in New York, when n***a, 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] p**y n***a tell me how it feel Pie on the cool til' they all know end is here [Hook] New York, b**h I'm out in New York sh**, I just lit a Newport I made yo main retwist my new grove Said I'm feeling like I'm New York I brought Floridians to New York I already f**ed your new ho Still pour em' dirty sprite tell em its Nuvo [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] What the f** these new n***as mean Cuff in flood waters (?) Bet you the skyscraper don't Bank$ 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***a 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**in state crooked And I heard your shone been acting brand new boy that p**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** Burn n***a 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** n***a 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***a slipped lost all my bread Which I made a little better, had every b**h there lying hands through my dreadlocks My b**h in the sand like Shikaku while you thumb checks through drive-thru's Been dead broke but liar Two9 bet that ain't 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]