Back 2 New York

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I flew into LAS and I flew out of LAX
I ain't into saving hoes there ain't no S across my chest
Skrt off Dodge Charger with that supercharger
Christian Louboutin I step on opps now they martyrs
Fried calamari and some whiskey for a starter
SK I feel like Coach K with my starters

I'm on the twenty-fourth floor in the Conrad
I just hit the jackpot now the casino on my ass
Young rich nigga fuck being humble I'm a brag
Shorty bad I bought her a Bottega Venetta bag
I look up at the palm trees
New whip for my mommy
I been sipping drank and it make me look like zombie
I just copped a Louis sweatsuit I need Sanji
I'm with my gorillas beat my chest like I'm Harambe
I'm the leader of the new school call me Law Gandhi
I got two vibes in the front and I got five upside the back
We got hella armory but we was never running track
Off a blast off watch me rock and roll

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I flew into LAS and I flew out of LAX
I ain't into saving hoes there ain't no S across my chest
Skrt off Dodge Charger with that supercharger
Christian Louboutin I step on opps now they martyrs
Fried calamari and some whiskey for a starter
SK I feel like Coach K with my starters
I flew into LAS and I flew out of LAX
I ain't into saving hoes there ain't no S across my chest
Skrt off Dodge Charger with that supercharger
Christian Louboutin I step on opps now they martyrs



Credits
Writer(s): Lawrens Buissereth
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