BabySantana – nyc Lyrics

Yeah (Uh), huh (Woah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Put him in the sky, i ain’t talkin’ no airplane
My choppa shootin’ like COD campaign
G, he gon’ pour up a bottle of champagne, no, I ain’t talkin’ no Papi
Drac’ on my hip and I’m shootin’ like Scotty
Me and lil’ Giela ride ’round in that Masi’
Dior on my toes, bogo on my chest man I feel like Dami
Jump off the wall like BO3, he talkin’ down, he gon’ D-I-E
Brand new scope on the ARP, knock out your lights like B-Y-E
I’m still tryna see why he talkin’ down on the G-A-N-G
Heard he want smoke, so we finna pull up on him and pull out the M-16
Feel like Rell AK, Draco with the red light
Heard he talkin’ down on bro then it’s on sight
Chrome Hearts on and I got Off-White
14 and I carry the spotlight
Feel like Yachty, baby, ’cause I only want one night
Now how you gon’ bring a knife to a gunfight?
How you black belt but ain’t even had one fight?
Kickin’ stuff in the A in the sunlight

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