King of NY Lyrics

Feel like Christopher walken

Boss of the bosses

Paul castellano

Gucci Prada

Fendi maddonas

Ion give fuck if it's a Room full of models

Ion wear no damn dickies

All my pants fitted

I can't stand bitches

She let my mans hit it

Shit ain tripping

She let my mans hit it

But still at the same time I can't stand bitches

You Can't fuck with us

Cream soda ice cubes inside my double cup

I just doubled up

I said I doubled up

Lost a bitch then I went and bought another one

You Can't fuck with us

You can't stop her

Had to block her

In the booth right now rocking fox fur

You can't stop her

Had to block her

In the booth right now rocking Pfifer

This shit here a mink

I can't even blink

Purple potion this shit potent he sip Easter pink

He Corner grabbing the hemi snatching

Oouuuuu boy you Better catch it fore crash it

Outside magic

Post up stroker

Submariner perpetual

Very special choker

High class fashion

Thom Browne penny loafers

Kickin Mike Jackson

Kickin Mike jackson