I Be In New York With The Gangsters Lyrics

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About the song: I Be In New York With The Gangsters Lyrics is written by and sung by Pop Smoke. The title of the song is Gangstas.

I Be In New York With The Gangsters Lyrics

Them N gotta hear what the fu** I’m talkin’ ’bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil’ Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real S, ni**a (Gangsters)
(Swerve)
I don’t want none of that extra loud S
This ain’t none of that rainbow hair S
Know what I’m sayin’? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets S, yeah, ni**a
(I be in New York with the gangsters)
Fu**in’ voice of the streets, man
It’s like Jesus walkin’ (Woozin’ automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, man (I be with the straights and the apes)
Y’all know what’s up (Talkin’ stone to stone)
(Bringin’ bags, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it)
Free all my N, free all the streets

I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a ni**a that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Grrt)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my N shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a ni**a that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (You lackin’ A N)
Then my N shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)

.44 got a kickback (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin’ N actin’ up (Actin’ up)
So N packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin’ tough
‘Til N slapped him up (P)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha)
N__ mad as F (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked, bi**h)
N talkin’ ’bout they guns (Guns), but never shot S (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (P)
Run up and I’m brandin’ them, take a N shoppin’ (bi**h)
Reach and I’m branchin’ it ’cause I don’t know who watchin’ (I’m on point)
It’s a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (Hahaha)
38’s on the block (Block), a ni**a won’t hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bi**hes up (Move up) ’cause they was in the way
I wouldn’t want them to get shot by an enemy

I be in New York with the gangsters (And what’s up?)
Know a ni**a that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Tandem, grrt)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my ni**as shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a ni**a that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (You lackin’ A ni**as)
Then my ni**as shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)

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