New York Rowdy Rebel (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Jadakiss)

[Intro: Jadakiss & A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
New York, the real New York
I'm outside, I don't live in Miami, I don't live in Colorado
Come to my block and see me, my nigga
All of y'all, you know I be down there
This is kiss, I'm out─
Icy bust down on a wrist
I had to put it on my bucket list
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
They always end up tryna spin blocks

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Icy bust down on a wrist
I had to put it on my bucket list (I had to put it on)
Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought (I'm always)
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They re-change us, prеtenders
My ex throwin' shots, shе's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Bitch, I'm from New York, fuck what you thought
I'm quick to tell a bitch to suck a dick
Like fuck what you thought, bitch, I'm too sauce
She won't catch me cuddlin' in my Cullinan
Especially when I'm outside bubblin'
Yeah, shorty sexy, but, I really want her friend
Knowin' if I hit it once, I'm probably gon' hit again
No cap, look
AP, straight runner, no tap
In this two-seater with the heat up to the max
Bumpin' old school slick Drake with the patch
Thinkin' 'bout where I came from, I can never go back
'Cause they don't really make 'em like this anymore
Be on fifty for your dog, if it's litty, go to war
You get jammed on that mission, don't go tellin' what you saw
She can tell I'm from New York, just the way a nigga talk