tana - nyc

nyc

(Bee, yeah)
(Yeah)
Yeah (Uh), huh (Woah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Put him in the sky, ain't talkin' no airplane
I'm droppin' shooters like COD campaign
G, he gon' pour a bottle of champagne, no, I ain't talkin' no papi
Draco on my hip and I'm shootin' like Scotty
Me and lil' J Lo ride 'round in that Masi'
Dior on my toes, bogo on my chest when I feel like Dami
Jump out the wall like BO3, he talkin' down, he gon' D-I-E (Oof)
Brand new scope on the ARP, knock out your lights like B-Y-E
I'm still tryna see why he talkin' down on the G-A-N-G
Heard he want smoke, so we finna pull up on him and pull out the M-16
Slide with AK, Draco at the red light
Heard he talkin' down on bro, then it's on site
Chrome Hearts on and I got Off-White
14 and I carry the spotlight (Bop, bop, bop)
Feel like Yachty, baby, 'cause I only want one night
Now how you gon' bring a knife to a gunfight?
How you black belt but ain't even had one fight?
Kick yourself in the A in the sunlight

Put him in the sky, ain't talkin' no airplane
I'm droppin' shooters like COD campaign
G, he gon' pour a bottle of champagne, no, I ain't talkin' no papi
Draco on my hip and I'm shootin' like Scotty
Me and lil' J Lo ride 'round in that Masi'
Dior on my toes, bogo on my chest when I feel like Dami
Jump out the wall like BO3, he talkin' down, he gon' D-I-E
Brand new scope on the ARP, knock out your lights like B-Y-E
I'm still tryna see why he talkin' down on the G-A-N-G
Heard he want smoke, so we finna pull up on him and pull out the M-16



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