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]