NY - Intellectual

[Chorus: 2KLEY & FeNS]

I got a holster, yeah, a stick on my side (Yeah, yeah)

She in New York, yeah, she wanna come ride for real (Oh my God)

Told 'e-em to put ya hands up, this a robbery (Put your hands up)

Had to ask 'em, "Where my funds?" 'Cause yeah, this shit not free

I got a stick in my ride, I-I got a stick in my ride, yeah

And she's down to ride, and she's—, and she's down to ride

We in New York and we slidin'

Gl-Gl-Glock 19 and we got no problems

Pull up with sticks, we make 'em shake

We make 'em shake like harlеm

[Verse: 2KLEY]

Yeah, they thought that this was my trap phone, no, I got 12, fuck 12

Thеy trying to get me overthroned, but I'm the king of this castle, yeah

I'm trying to drive me a Tonka through the hills, yeah, I thought I heard a bell

They tried to pray on my downfall, but nuh-uh, I got up, and I healed

I-I committed way too sins in some Christian Dior

Don't kick no shit, yeah I ball

Kick and you fall right to the curb

Yeah, yeah, they wanna shut me out

I wanna slut her out, I'm on another route (Yeah)

They was sayin', "mBlock's the new MJ", oh, okay

Bitches keep a K on sight, bitch, you gon' die

Shit's getting real, real lethal, bitch, you better stay safe

Huh, what you say they say? I don't wanna hear it, nah, get out my face

Somehow, I knew that they was all fake, fake

My gun it go blay-blay-blay, my chop', yeah, it gon 'spray

Somehow, I knew that they was all fake (Yeah, fake)

My AR go blah-blah-blah, my choppa gon' ra-ta-ta