NY Vibe
Ayyy I got something for you niggas
They been hating on the city
They think we can't rap no more
Yea that pressure in the air feel that pressure smell that pressure
Red bottom pointy toes feeling like a stepper
Dapper Dan up give sermon need a lecture
If you far from the show we can kick it through Alexa
I'm a artist not rapper but I'm spitting if that check cut
City coming back this another nigga next up
Took slack because a rat it's cool we don't claim bruh
You other niggas hated hard was in a rush to shame us
Guess it's still envy cause we the ones that start the game up
From love to hate crazy how all you niggas done changed up
I ain't in Atlanta might drop the track in Zone 6
Brought my bitch a brand new mini Birkin hope the chrome fit
OG gotta link me I don't bang why I'm checking in
My dogs banging but we all out here on respectful shit
Down in Texas hella thick sipping on some medicine
Creeping through your residents looking for a better bitch
Your city cool ain't another city like mine
24 hour grind every night light shine
Shootouts in the day time shootouts I'm the night time
Masked up like Batman not to go fight crime
Cam told em crime pays got the O fucking with us
Jersey cross the water yea you know they like a brother to us
Vermont Mass Connecticut they like cousins to us
Pipeline strong you would think we had connected sewers,
Delaware and Phili pull up with the bikes they showing love
Get it straight from Vegas so they cool yea we got the plug
NC and VA getting love cause they shipping slugs
Pops down in bmore keep on sending prices of them doves
This them fury walls fuck around and rub the rug
Mixing strains the only thing I'm talking if I'm mixing drugs
Watching out for these hoes now we give em distant hugs
Interviewing niggas fuck around gotta piss in cups
Walk up in the spot don't feel the vibes then I'm gone
Don't be surprise if you see me all alone
Prefer a blunt over a bottle to the dome
Twinning with my feelings always stuck up in the zone
Devil on my shoulder on my other is his clone
The price getting heavy to leave my roots and fuck my home
I could never sell you done sold for some clothes
You done broke the code with the bros now you something like a hoe Hoe ass nigga
Uhhhhh
It's your boy
Kid
Dolla
They been hating on the city
They think we can't rap no more
Yea that pressure in the air feel that pressure smell that pressure
Red bottom pointy toes feeling like a stepper
Dapper Dan up give sermon need a lecture
If you far from the show we can kick it through Alexa
I'm a artist not rapper but I'm spitting if that check cut
City coming back this another nigga next up
Took slack because a rat it's cool we don't claim bruh
You other niggas hated hard was in a rush to shame us
Guess it's still envy cause we the ones that start the game up
From love to hate crazy how all you niggas done changed up
I ain't in Atlanta might drop the track in Zone 6
Brought my bitch a brand new mini Birkin hope the chrome fit
OG gotta link me I don't bang why I'm checking in
My dogs banging but we all out here on respectful shit
Down in Texas hella thick sipping on some medicine
Creeping through your residents looking for a better bitch
Your city cool ain't another city like mine
24 hour grind every night light shine
Shootouts in the day time shootouts I'm the night time
Masked up like Batman not to go fight crime
Cam told em crime pays got the O fucking with us
Jersey cross the water yea you know they like a brother to us
Vermont Mass Connecticut they like cousins to us
Pipeline strong you would think we had connected sewers,
Delaware and Phili pull up with the bikes they showing love
Get it straight from Vegas so they cool yea we got the plug
NC and VA getting love cause they shipping slugs
Pops down in bmore keep on sending prices of them doves
This them fury walls fuck around and rub the rug
Mixing strains the only thing I'm talking if I'm mixing drugs
Watching out for these hoes now we give em distant hugs
Interviewing niggas fuck around gotta piss in cups
Walk up in the spot don't feel the vibes then I'm gone
Don't be surprise if you see me all alone
Prefer a blunt over a bottle to the dome
Twinning with my feelings always stuck up in the zone
Devil on my shoulder on my other is his clone
The price getting heavy to leave my roots and fuck my home
I could never sell you done sold for some clothes
You done broke the code with the bros now you something like a hoe Hoe ass nigga
Uhhhhh
It's your boy
Kid
Dolla
Credits
Writer(s): Nailee Stinson
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