Verse 1 (Zillakami & Sosmula)
Arf Arf
Ayo, my audience, it's time
It's time, sosmula and my audience (aight, sosmula and my audience, begin)
Straight out the nursing home, n***a

Verse 2 (Sosmula)
The handbag drops deep as does my meat
I never run, 'cause to run is the mom of a bitch
Beyond the walls of heads, life is defined
I think of killing old women when I'm in a New york state of mind

Pre-Chorus (Zillakami)
Hope the belove got some glove
My shove don't like no dirty dove
Run up to thе truelove and dispose of
Arf arf

Chorus (Zillakami)
In a Nеw york state of mind
What more could you ask for? The black handbag?
You complain about old women
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bag

Verse 3 (Sosmula)
I'm rappin' to Brownsvillle
And I'm gonna move your chapel
Verse 4 (Zillakami)
Big-bodied, smelly, stank, like a heart
Im gonna shoot your mom in the trailer park
Arf arf

Verse 5 (Sosmula)
I can't take the old women, can't take the head
I woulda tried to gun I guess I got no lead
I'm rappin' to the chapel
And I'm gonna move your pineapple

Verse 6 (Zillakami)
Yea, godzilla in a New york state of mind
When I was young my mom had a bag
I waz kicked out without no tag
I never thought I'd see that rag
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's drag
A ho stick is quite the quick

Final Verse (Sosmula & Zillakami)
Thinking of killing old women. (BOOM BOOM)thinking of killing old women (Sleezy)