"New York, the real New York I'm outside, I don't live in Miami, I don't live in Colorado Come to my block, you see me, my niggas All of y'all know I be down there, this is Kiss" Icy bust down on the wrist I had to put her on my bucket list I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought I'm always dressed up in designer shit They re-change us, pretenders My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps They always end up tryna spin blocks Icy bust down on the wrist I had to put her on my bucket list Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always) They re-change us, pretenders My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps Always end up tryna spin blocks I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips Bitch, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought I'm quick to tell a bitch to suck the dick Like f*ck what you thought Bitch, I'm too sauce She won't catch me cuddlin' in my Cullinan Especially when I'm outside bubblin' Yeah, shawty sexy, but, I really want her friend Knowin' if I hit it once, I'm probably gon' hit again No cap, look AP, straight water, no tap In this two-seater with the heat up to the max Bumpin' old school Slick Rick with the patch Shit get buck where I came from, I can never go back 'Cause they don't really make 'em like this anymore Be on fifty for your dawg If it's litty, go to war You get jammed on that mission don't go tellin' what you saw She can tell I'm from New York, just the way a nigga talk Icy bust down on the wrist (huh?) I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on) Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always) They re-change us, pretenders My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps Always end up tryna spin blocks Hard-headed jacket, my belt Hermès You want me to throw this cash, better shake that ass I'm a New York nigga, only bigger Okay, I'm a young man now F*ck how you feel I can go back to the hood, yeah 'Cause I'm good there Niggas say the realest shit, but be the fakest, yeah Only if you understood, my nigga Just know I love you even though I never say it, yeah Brodie always got my back, with the big MAC, yeah We ain't blood, it just look like we related, yeah In my bag, watch your mouth 'Fore we watch your house, bitch When it's murder on your mind, it's hard to think about shit Still shakin' up the dice like I'm on my last I'on't wanna talk about the past 'til we get him back, yeah Get the money right, the Mike Amiri on my ass Drive the Bentley right to Pigeon Bought the first and last pair, yeah Icy bust down on the wrist (icy bust down) I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on my bucket list) (yeah) Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips (a hunnid, nigga) My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always) (fly) They re-change us, pretenders (you know we fly, nigga) My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps (forever) Always end up tryna spin blocks (haha) Yeah, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips (brrt) I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought Life is too short, I don't do shorts (uh-uh) I done sold everything, crack to Newports (woo) 'Bout that action, 'bout that goon talk (yeah) Drop the coke in the pot, watch it moonwalk (ayy) Wait for his heart to stop, don't zoom off (uh-uh) Grown man watch hoppin' out of the two-door (yes) I'm from the apple where you had to learn how to grapple It's fucked up 'cause now they'll clap you (yeah) What you around is what you will adapt to (uh-huh) We in the building, plus, we on the map too (yes) We put it in baggies, now, they put it in capsules (woo) The Mecca of Hip-Hop, this is the chapel (yeah) You ain't fuckin' with it, you a hater Rowdy Rebel, A Boogie, and Jada (yeah) Icy bust down on the wrist (what?) I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on my bucket list) Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always) They re-change us, pretenders My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps Always end up tryna spin blocks