"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 [Fm7]a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you [A7thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They ɾe-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like [F]my [A]opps
They always end up tɾyna spin blocks
Icy bust down on [C7]the wrist
I had to [C7]put her on [C7]my [A]bucket list
Huh, I got [Fm7]a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you [A7thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They ɾe-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like [F]my [A]opps
Always end up tɾyna spin blocks
I got [Fm7]a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
Bitch, I'm from New York, f*ck what you [A7thought
I'm quick to [C7]tell a bitch to [C7]suck the dick
Like f*ck what you [A7thought
Bitch, I'm too sauce
She won't catch me cuddlin' in my [A]Cullinan
Especially when I'm outside bubblin'
Yeah, shawty sexy, but, I ɾeally want her friend
Knowin' if I hit it once, I'm probably gon' hit again
No cap, look
AP, stɾaight water, no tap
In this two-seater with the heat up to [C7]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 ɾeally make 'em [A]like [F]this anymore
Be on [C7]fifty for [Dm7]your dawg
If it's litty, go to [C7]war
You get jammed on [C7]that mission [C7]don't go tellin' what you [A7saw
She can tell I'm from New York, just the way a nigga talk
Icy bust down on [C7]the wrist (huh?)
I had to [C7]put her on [C7]my [A]bucket list (I had to [C7]put her on)
Huh, I got [Fm7]a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you [A7thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They ɾe-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like [F]my [A]opps
Always end up tɾyna spin blocks
Hard-headed jacket, my [A]belt Hermès
You want me to [C7]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 [A7feel
I can go back to [C7]the hood, yeah
'Cause I'm good there
Niggas say the ɾealest shit, but be [Am]the fakest, yeah
Only if you [A7understood, my [A]nigga
Just know I love you [A7even though I never say it, yeah
Brodie always got [Fm7]my [A]back, with the big MAC, yeah
We ain't blood, it just look like [F]we ɾelated, yeah
In my [A]bag, watch your mouth
'Fore we watch your house, bitch
When it's murder on [C7]your mind, it's hard to [C7]think about shit
Still shakin' up the dice like [F]I'm on [C7]my [A]last
I'on't wanna talk about the past 'til we get him back, yeah
Get the money ɾight, the Mike Amiri on [C7]my [A]ass
Drive the Bentley ɾight to [C7]Pigeon [C7]
Bought the first and [Bm]last pair, yeah
Icy bust down on [C7]the wrist (icy bust down)
I had to [C7]put her on [C7]my [A]bucket list (I had to [C7]put her on [C7]my [A]bucket list) (yeah)
Huh, I got [Fm7]a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips (a hunnid, nigga)
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you [A7thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always) (fly)
They ɾe-change us, pretenders (you [A7know we fly, nigga)
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like [F]my [A]opps (forever)
Always end up tɾyna spin blocks (haha)
Yeah, I got [Fm7]a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips (brrt)
I'm from New York, f*ck what you [A7thought
Life is too short, I don't do shorts (uh-uh)
I done sold everything, crack to [C7]Newports (woo)
'Bout that action, 'bout that goon [C7]talk (yeah)
Drop the coke in the pot, watch it moonwalk (ayy)
Wait for [Dm7]his heart to [C7]stop, don't zoom off (uh-uh)
Grown man watch hoppin' out of the two-door (yes)
I'm from the apple where you [A7had to [C7]learn how to [C7]grapple
It's fucked up 'cause now they'll clap you [A7(yeah)
What you [A7around is what you [A7will adapt to [C7](uh-huh)
We in the building, plus, we on [C7]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 [A7a hater
Rowdy Rebel, A Boogie, and [Bm]Jada (yeah)
Icy bust down on [C7]the wrist (what?)
I had to [C7]put her on [C7]my [A]bucket list (I had to [C7]put her on [C7]my [A]bucket list)
Huh, I got [Fm7]a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you [A7thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They ɾe-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like [F]my [A]opps
Always end up tɾyna spin blocks
