IFNY (feat. Jonny Jooks)

And I'm from New York Know I'm always repping when it's brick out Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch That's my section I'm from New York Know I'm always repping when it's brick out Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch That's my section Years of trauma got me out here gripping burners man If you try to slide on me then you know I'ma hurt em man If he get the shot up you know we ain't gonna turn him in Cops asking too many questions no we ain't heard of him Spin the block with the glock yeah I'm tryna bury him Let pistol kiss his lips yeah I'm tryna marry them Til death do us part triggers up after dark hitter I can smell the pussy in the air I'm a shark whipper Dropping his location well I guess he tryna die quicker You tryna live boy, you better step on If that's not the case boy you better put your vest on Put one in your homie so I thought you learned your lesson Guess he wanna meet his maker, I'ma bless him Ooh I get to stretchin, yup the Smith n Wesson, uh I'm gucci steppin, wait I got a question Why you such a bitch tho twin glocks I ride akimbo And I'm from New York Know I'm always repping when it's brick out Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch That's my section I'm from New York Know I'm always repping when it's brick out Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch That's my section Jooks been wildin Joseph Stalin Flowing rhyming so uncommon On the stove no bowl of Ramen On the phone but no Obama Making plays like it's 4th down Hit the club wit some foreign models On my wrist some golden watches Here to buy them golden bottles Hop on the bike and I twist the throttle Hop on the mic and I spit the bible Got some head and I called her bobble Bitch was ready she wore some goggles I quit drinking and hit a meeting Yo bitch come through in a tight bikini Hit it once and I told her beat it In the morning bye you leaving I'm the man no time for reason I ain't mad girl I get even I told the bitch what would happen next She sent a text and I ain't read it Main bitch done caught me creepin Didn't know I was a demon Yo bitch caught up in the zone Me and Swazy double teaming Me and Swazy on the block Going crazy on the corner Swazy gripping on the glock Serving bobby til the morning Better act like you playing Sims Go back to your wife and kids On some real New York shit Hoodie fitted and some Tims And I'm from New York Know I'm always repping when it's brick out Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch That's my section I'm from New York Know I'm always repping when it's brick out Know I'm still spinnin in the Carhardt Know I'm Timbo steppin I'm from 315 bitch That's my section