NY (feat. Lunchbox)

[Intro: Yeat] (We just landed in NY, we just poppin' tags all day, coppin' swag all day) (Swiz need to pipe down) (Poppin' X all day) [Verse: Yeat & Lunchbox] I really just touched down, bitch And I spent ten bands on Margiela (Yeah) Bitch, watch your step when you hop out the jet (Phew) We just landed in NY, flew out from 'Ella (Yeah) I put a few in a duffel bag for the plane, in the bookbag, take it wherever (Book 'em) Told 'em I'm moving the Za' every way, I ain't talk to no jake, but I call up my dealer Yeah, called up my twin (Twizz), call my twizzy Called up my bitch, like "What ya' talk 'bout?", call my bizzy (Brrt) The world learned the slang (Slang), bitches love the slang (Yeah) Yeah, these bitches love to swing doors (Doors) Open twenty-four seven the sign, it sit on top of her brain (Go) Yeah, I got these diamonds, they came Eliantte (Yeah), Cuban link, feel like I live in the rain (Agh) We got every cube like it's a rink (Phew) I done got every rack I coulda made (Yeah) Yeah, this not a AirBnb, this a mansion, all of these bitches pull up, they get slayed (Phew) [Verse: Lunchbox] These bitches pull up to get slayed (Slayed) These bitches pull up to get slayed (Slayed) My new bitch just want the arrogant [?] My cup is some Wock', just know hella syrup Back to New York, I was just in LA Got straight to them racks, cause I don't even play And these niggas they act, but we really don't play I just ran up the racks, just to start off my day (My day) We got that chop' for that boy if he runnin' up (Yeah) Broke little man, nigga, go get your hunnids up When she suck the dick, she need some money from (Yeah) Can't suck dick, then you can't get a honeybun Smoke a lot, this shit got me dummy-dumb (Yeah) She don't fuck me 'til we bring out dummy guns Choppa Homi, just like a Kid Cudi show (Yeah) So many racks, I might get me a tummy tuck [Open Verse]