Blue Yankee Fitted

[Verse 1: Skyzoo] Ha Blood type is Yankee blue Sky came, jumped off the steps and made a coup My refined lane bust out the left to play the loop If you sideways come out your neck, bring a noose From the grey bottom era and one of just a select two That never change what he wave when all the rest do My 16's is heron how y'all freeze tag The city's starting to get heavy in the Supreme bag Bin was in the duffle I lift that up a bundle Fans is bamboo and they been that on the humble Youngin's get in the way trying divvy up the gold I Chris Paul the draw put Clippers in the hole New Yiddy in the room and they saw it from the deck Half a pound watches, Walker Wear sweats Logo of the city and double down on that line In the top by default I don't count past five muhfucka [Hook: Skyzoo] {x2} Blue Yankee fitted on daily Think of a blue Yankee fitted when you hear me You know the squad Uh, and the city is on deck Know when we be on the city gon' rep [Verse 2: Torae] They don't respect humble all niggas see is the shine So I design lines illuminating they mind Greatest in modern time They tell you different they lying The cyclone, Nathan's, and me, vintage C.I S.K. is the 'Stuy, combine repping the K Black jackets and ratchets is the new N.W.A W is on my hoodie and double G is where I lay Any attempt to threaten will force youngin to spray All blatant no subliminal diss So if there's other shots fired I just empty the clip How more hitting is this? I'm more sick I'm more slick with the spit I talk the panties drawers off of your bitch I'm more awesome at wit The pen bars hit the toilet and sit The boy Tor' still author that shit Grey bottoms hidden under the crown So when you see them two letters you know how that sound [Hook] [Verse 3: Skyzoo] From the trunks with spare tires on the back of the door The top down in the winter be attracting the law I pull a Michael Michelle off the hype of the rail And tap dance on a loop like I was [?] Call me cash money brother Addicts by the numbers New York to death when y'all was rapping undercover I never looked back on the town or where I've came from The spokesman of the hustle that you was raised on [Torae] Son So how the fuck niggas talking 'bout They rep the city when they joint sound like Walk It Out? I deliver the soundtrack to when the hawk is out Perfect backdrop for when they chalk you out I've been off the route, march to the beat of the drum And shoot dope into the needle till the speakers is numb Uh Place your bets on the vets The two man set Barrel brothers, ain't nar' 'nother a threat [Hook]