[Intro: Raekwon]
Let's get a little... little drawing going on, yeah, that's what it is man
Word up, A$AP Rocky, what up, my nigga? Young King right there
Yeah, I see you, nigga, it's your big brother, Chef, right here, man
Raekwon, nigga, you know, we got you all day, nigga
I know you got your big brother all day, too, you know, it's all real
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
At the dice game, on sleeze mode, gun in the road
But count hundreds, sit back my home on my stomach
Who the king boo, eating grapes, send me to 50 states
I pump everywhere I go, I thump plenty spaces
Either I’m in the slums, counting up ones
Shaking down fiends, hopping to the most and one
Besides bagging up, new ratchets
Always in hatchets, nigga, the fly bachelor with all those classics
My gun is red eyeball brown, run the town
Black hoodie sweats, no jewels a coupe with some specs
Matching in the million dollar mansion with brans
And it’s always love, love, just bring your advancing
Bottles from everywhere, hoes run up
Niggas in tennis wear, I’m finish the menace, get 'em, yeah
Yo, we in the cut… dogs on them
Stay cocky, peace is real, yo, Rocky!
[Hook: A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky]
King of New York with these underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with these underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with these underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with these underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
Let's get a little... little drawing going on, yeah, that's what it is man
Word up, A$AP Rocky, what up, my nigga? Young King right there
Yeah, I see you, nigga, it's your big brother, Chef, right here, man
Raekwon, nigga, you know, we got you all day, nigga
I know you got your big brother all day, too, you know, it's all real
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
At the dice game, on sleeze mode, gun in the road
But count hundreds, sit back my home on my stomach
Who the king boo, eating grapes, send me to 50 states
I pump everywhere I go, I thump plenty spaces
Either I’m in the slums, counting up ones
Shaking down fiends, hopping to the most and one
Besides bagging up, new ratchets
Always in hatchets, nigga, the fly bachelor with all those classics
My gun is red eyeball brown, run the town
Black hoodie sweats, no jewels a coupe with some specs
Matching in the million dollar mansion with brans
And it’s always love, love, just bring your advancing
Bottles from everywhere, hoes run up
Niggas in tennis wear, I’m finish the menace, get 'em, yeah
Yo, we in the cut… dogs on them
Stay cocky, peace is real, yo, Rocky!
[Hook: A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky]
King of New York with these underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with these underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with these underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
King of New York with these underground killas
Ride, ride, nigga, fuck the niggas, nigga
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