IFNY (feat. Jonny Jooks)

And I'm from New York
Know I'm always repping when it's brick out
Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt
Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch
That's my section
I'm from New York
Know I'm always repping when it's brick out
Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt
Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch
That's my section

Years of trauma got me out here gripping burners man
If you try to slide on me then you know I'ma hurt em man
If he get the shot up you know we ain't gonna turn him in
Cops asking too many questions no we ain't heard of him
Spin the block with the glock yeah I'm tryna bury him
Let pistol kiss his lips yeah I'm tryna marry them
Til death do us part triggers up after dark hitter
I can smell the pussy in the air I'm a shark whipper
Dropping his location well I guess he tryna die quicker
You tryna live boy, you better step on
If that's not the case boy you better put your vest on
Put one in your homie so I thought you learned your lesson
Guess he wanna meet his maker, I'ma bless him
Ooh I get to stretchin, yup the Smith n Wesson, uh
I'm gucci steppin, wait I got a question
Why you such a bitch tho twin glocks I ride akimbo

And I'm from New York
Know I'm always repping when it's brick out
Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt
Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch
That's my section
I'm from New York
Know I'm always repping when it's brick out
Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt
Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch
That's my section

Jooks been wildin Joseph Stalin
Flowing rhyming so uncommon
On the stove no bowl of Ramen
On the phone but no Obama
Making plays like it's 4th down
Hit the club wit some foreign models
On my wrist some golden watches
Here to buy them golden bottles
Hop on the bike and I twist the throttle
Hop on the mic and I spit the bible
Got some head and I called her bobble
Bitch was ready she wore some goggles
I quit drinking and hit a meeting
Yo bitch come through in a tight bikini
Hit it once and I told her beat it
In the morning bye you leaving
I'm the man no time for reason
I ain't mad girl I get even
I told the bitch what would happen next
She sent a text and I ain't read it
Main bitch done caught me creepin
Didn't know I was a demon
Yo bitch caught up in the zone
Me and Swazy double teaming
Me and Swazy on the block
Going crazy on the corner
Swazy gripping on the glock
Serving bobby til the morning
Better act like you playing Sims
Go back to your wife and kids
On some real New York shit
Hoodie fitted and some Tims

And I'm from New York
Know I'm always repping when it's brick out
Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt
Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch
That's my section
I'm from New York
Know I'm always repping when it's brick out
Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt
Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch
That's my section



Credits
Writer(s): David Hughes
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