[Intro: Yeat]
(We just landed in NY, we just poppin' tags all day, coppin' swag all day)
(Swiz need to pipe down)

[Verse: Yeat and 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
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
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 (Yeah), call my twizzy
Called up my bitch, like "What ya' talk bout?", call my bizzy
The world learned the slang (Slang), bitches love the slang (Yeah)
These bitches love the swang (Door)
Open twenty-four seven, it's time to 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 [?] like it's a [?]
I done got every rack I coulda made (Yeah)
Yeah, this not a AirBnb, this a mansion, I let 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 n***as they act, but we really don't play
I just ran up the racks, that's the start of my day (My day)
We got that chop for that boy if he runnin' up (Yeah)
Broke little man, n***a, 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)
Shit [?] funny, '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
[Outro: Lunchbox]
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