New York, Tiz
New York, AZ
New York, let's go
It's a fact, every time the Snapple twist
Split your top like a macbook pro
Watch your apple lift, I rap with a trauma twitch
The PT met the SD and drag my shit
Gun shots made me immune to gunshot sound
I never shoot from afar, I walk dog down
Big ape, without the blood ties
But I know a few bloods that'll smudge your bloodline
Flood the timeline, black five on post
Smash the like button or just share that ho
I was growing out the cracks, rose black
The five is all black, cold case
I never leave behind no rats
I even clap the mouse
Cause he'll come back grown, try and rat me out
New York is my home, but my handle is Brooklyn
Four glass Pyrex pops when I'm cooking
Bitch, it's something about them New York lights
That made the world wonder what was New York like
We taught you everything about that New York life
And now the whole globe got that New York spice
It's something about them New York lights
That made the world wonder what was New York like
We taught you everything about that New York life
And now the whole globe got that New York spice
You heard
Yeah
Yeah
Look, this the finale, I'm finna finish my food
I'm Jordan in the finals, you failures, it's all flukes
I'm sickin' in eight flu's, ain't joking' no April
You fools, I hate you, you smokin' on K2
If you think I debate you about who the best out
I see why you stressed out, weak bars, yeah
Leavin' the booth, probably your best route
You lied about pushin' the Knicks, they never paid up
Like, what you doin', Ewing you always missin' them layups
Damn, Carmelo with the pull-up with my hoodie on
You funny style I Chris Childs, niggas for lookin' wrong
Two-piece, I Oakley you niggas, you lose teeth
You flimsy as loose leaf, tell Spike, I need two seats at the Garden
Yeah, this a warning, I'm just startin' pardon
My pen is retarded, you currently can't guard it
I'm lyrically James Harden, I'm hungry, I've been starvin
I'm carvin' all of these rappers to pieces, I've been a problem
Nigga
Nigga
Yeah, heard, you heard you are, yo, grrr
Ah, yeah, my word
What's the word, my guy
That's like, you are
Like, yeah, when you finish off a sentence
Like somebody sayin' facts, you heard, like, you are
IamAziatic - New York (feat. TTTIIIZZZ) Lyrics
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New York, Tiz
New York, AZ
New York, let's go
It's a fact, every time the Snapple twist
Split your top like a macbook pro
Watch your apple lift, I rap with a trauma twitch
The PT met the SD and drag my shit
Gun shots made me immune to gunshot sound
I never shoot from afar, I walk dog down
Big ape, without the blood ties
But I know a few bloods that'll smudge your bloodline
Flood the timeline, black five on post
Smash the like button or just share that ho
I was growing out the cracks, rose black
The five is all black, cold case
I never leave behind no rats
I even clap the mouse
Cause he'll come back grown, try and rat me out
New York is my home, but my handle is Brooklyn
Four glass Pyrex pops when I'm cooking
Bitch, it's something about them New York lights
That made the world wonder what was New York like
We taught you everything about that New York life
And now the whole globe got that New York spice
It's something about them New York lights
That made the world wonder what was New York like
We taught you everything about that New York life
And now the whole globe got that New York spice
You heard
Yeah
Yeah
Look, this the finale, I'm finna finish my food
I'm Jordan in the finals, you failures, it's all flukes
I'm sickin' in eight flu's, ain't joking' no April
You fools, I hate you, you smokin' on K2
If you think I debate you about who the best out
I see why you stressed out, weak bars, yeah
Leavin' the booth, probably your best route
You lied about pushin' the Knicks, they never paid up
Like, what you doin', Ewing you always missin' them layups
Damn, Carmelo with the pull-up with my hoodie on
You funny style I Chris Childs, niggas for lookin' wrong
Two-piece, I Oakley you niggas, you lose teeth
You flimsy as loose leaf, tell Spike, I need two seats at the Garden
Yeah, this a warning, I'm just startin' pardon
My pen is retarded, you currently can't guard it
I'm lyrically James Harden, I'm hungry, I've been starvin
I'm carvin' all of these rappers to pieces, I've been a problem
Nigga
Nigga
Yeah, heard, you heard you are, yo, grrr
Ah, yeah, my word
What's the word, my guy
That's like, you are
Like, yeah, when you finish off a sentence
Like somebody sayin' facts, you heard, like, you are
New York, AZ
New York, let's go
It's a fact, every time the Snapple twist
Split your top like a macbook pro
Watch your apple lift, I rap with a trauma twitch
The PT met the SD and drag my shit
Gun shots made me immune to gunshot sound
I never shoot from afar, I walk dog down
Big ape, without the blood ties
But I know a few bloods that'll smudge your bloodline
Flood the timeline, black five on post
Smash the like button or just share that ho
I was growing out the cracks, rose black
The five is all black, cold case
I never leave behind no rats
I even clap the mouse
Cause he'll come back grown, try and rat me out
New York is my home, but my handle is Brooklyn
Four glass Pyrex pops when I'm cooking
Bitch, it's something about them New York lights
That made the world wonder what was New York like
We taught you everything about that New York life
And now the whole globe got that New York spice
It's something about them New York lights
That made the world wonder what was New York like
We taught you everything about that New York life
And now the whole globe got that New York spice
You heard
Yeah
Yeah
Look, this the finale, I'm finna finish my food
I'm Jordan in the finals, you failures, it's all flukes
I'm sickin' in eight flu's, ain't joking' no April
You fools, I hate you, you smokin' on K2
If you think I debate you about who the best out
I see why you stressed out, weak bars, yeah
Leavin' the booth, probably your best route
You lied about pushin' the Knicks, they never paid up
Like, what you doin', Ewing you always missin' them layups
Damn, Carmelo with the pull-up with my hoodie on
You funny style I Chris Childs, niggas for lookin' wrong
Two-piece, I Oakley you niggas, you lose teeth
You flimsy as loose leaf, tell Spike, I need two seats at the Garden
Yeah, this a warning, I'm just startin' pardon
My pen is retarded, you currently can't guard it
I'm lyrically James Harden, I'm hungry, I've been starvin
I'm carvin' all of these rappers to pieces, I've been a problem
Nigga
Nigga
Yeah, heard, you heard you are, yo, grrr
Ah, yeah, my word
What's the word, my guy
That's like, you are
Like, yeah, when you finish off a sentence
Like somebody sayin' facts, you heard, like, you are
Writer: Tislam Milliner, Asiatic Bolling
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: IamAziatic
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Tislam Milliner, Asiatic Bolling